Cafeteria breakfast holds me back from the brink of tears

Elise Sickinger, Backpage Editor

Many a school day I, Elise Patricia Sickinger, find myself eating breakfast in a hurry: I’ll be famished leaving my house, speeding down my hill at 50 miles per hour, running a stop sign or two, and skidding into the Liberty high school parking lot with only minutes to spare each morning. Now, if you know me at all, you know that I am a resilient person—but one with an extremely low threshold for tears. While they may not often indicate a personal crisis, my tears make themselves present about every three days or so. So, with these spare few minutes I so often possess each morn,