My worst memory of school lunch was from 6th grade. It was pizza day, but someone had decided that the definition of “pizza” included large chunks of diced vegetables. (However nutritious celery might be, it has no business on pizza.)
I filed out to the lunch line with the rest of my class, returned to my seat, looked at the sorry excuse for a meal on my tray, and decided not to eat it… but the hag of a substitute teacher–who, as far as I could tell, was not my mother–actually punished me for not eating my “lunch”.
Even 100% real fruit juice is basically sugar water with trace vitamins.