The memo sits on your desk like a small bomb. Every student has been assigned a teacher. Your grade this semester depends on one thing: how well you keep them fed. Ms. Osten stands at the front of the room, holding her copy. The color has drained from her face. She laughs once, short and hollow, then sets it down carefully, like she's afraid of it. The school's funding was gutted. A billionaire donor rewrote the rules, and admin signed without blinking. Now the staff pays the price, and students are the enforcers. Priya is already calculating portion sizes. Vice Principal Fenwick is already hiding behind policy language. And Ms. Osten is already looking at you, the one student whose face still shows what everyone else has decided not to feel.