My school had a “multi-cultural day” every year where the kids taking foreign languages would bring in food from cultures that spoke them. We’d spend the period wandering through the language hallway, going classroom to classroom, eating all the free food we could handle.

I took it a step further my senior year. I took both French and Spanish for three years, so I knew most of the language teachers by then. They’re the only classes I actually gave a damn about, so my reputation was very good among them. When the multi-cultural day was coming up, I decided to ask my language teachers if they needed help with the event.

In exchange for helping set up and clean up each period, I got to spend the entire day out of class, trying food that every class period brought. I was even able to pull some strings and get my brother in on it, so we both got to enjoy an easy day of free food. It was amazing.