I think that I did, technically, bring a "lunch" to school, but more likely than not it was a slice of wrapped American cheese food product on a Lender's plain bagel, accompanied by a banana that surely got bruised to a pulp in my backpack, and maybe something else -- a granola bar? But it was mostly Reese's and Diet Coke.
We didn't have a hot lunch program b/c the kitchen was too small, and it also doubled as the kitchen for the nuns in the convent upstairs (no, seriously), and they got priority with the hot eats.
Oh, and I forgot to mention before -- I was miserable in college. I wish I could say otherwise, and for a long time both in and after college I tried to convince myself that I loved (or even liked) it, but the truth is that I was miserable. As a high-school senior, I was unprepared to even think about what I wanted out of college -- pretty much, I just wanted to be with my friends. Who all ended up going elsewhere, and I was stuck at the snootiest, preppiest, most face-time public university in the country. There's a reason that Miami University (Ohio, not Florida; heavens forfend!) is referred to as a "public ivy."
I was way out of my league in high school, socioeconomically, and I knew it, but something still made it work, and it was a fantastic experience. In college, I was so far out of my league that I truly didn't know how far out I was. I was clueless and naive and white trash and so so SO never found a niche. I was miserable, and my family didn't even notice. My college experience suffered from a lot of poor planning and lack of knowledge all the way around, and if I could re-do it, I'd go somewhere -- anywhere -- else in a heartbeat.
But, eh. I'd rather not be the 36-year-old who laments her college days and looks back a little too fondly on high school as the best years of her life (they weren't; I'm really fucking happy now, and look forward to even more "best years").
Yay adulthood!