It was Turkey Day. It's an old tradition at the continuation high school, going back to practically when the school started (so, that makes it from the '60s). The Thursday before Thanksgiving the students are served a turkey
This year I covered the orientation class. The orientation class is the first class students new to the school take. (Every student is a transfer from another school. They get sent there because they don't have enough credits.) And this class started two days prior. So, they were brand new to the school.
They were a bit unclear as to the whole concept. Which was fine as I wasn't.
One of the students' names was called. And she didn't want to go.
I explained what it was. That it was food. And the food was pretty good. That the people were friendly. But nope, she wasn't going to go.
Well, I wasn't going to force her.
Each time a new group was announced, the students got a bit anxious. And unlike in other classes, these kiddos were doing their work (well, sort of) rather than not doing anything (which is what students who have been through Turkey Day before would have been doing). So, not a terrible day.
My time with them ended, and they moved on to their other class. I was free then, so I got a chance to have a meal. And then the majority of those students were called.
I guess they just needed to go with their classmates. Safety in numbers and all that.