As a young immigrant eating school provided breakfast and lunch meant eating foods that at the time were completely new to me.
Oatmeal was very strange to me in Colombia, breakfast is used as a large meal that establishes a huge part of your nourishment and calories for the day. Accustomed to hot chocolate freshly hand frothed by my grandmother, large plates of fluffy scrambled eggs, sausage, pork belly rinds, and crunchy corn dough arepas with big hearty chunks of fried cheese. Foods my family in Colombia referred to as “comida de pobre”
(poor people food: Passed down from farmers to help sustain the long days)
When I arrived to America I expected opulent table settings, buffet style school lunches .All expectations based on movies watched dubbed in Spanish.
I was instead faced with oatmeal cups, fruit cups, cereal cups, and milk cartons with percentages written on them. Peanut butter jelly sandwiches.
My idea of American school foods shattered.
The oatmeal hoodie is a wink to my shock with American breakfast foods, Oatmeal being the one staple that baffled me most.
"Visa Issues" sits heavy on the chest, a constant reminder front, and center. The back reads "THIS NOTICE DOES NOT GRANT ANY IMMIGRATION STATUS OR BENEFIT", this language is lifted directly from the ominous header of all US Immigration communications.
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