Going for a Dip

Remember Fun Dip? (see also: fourth grade crack) I always thought this pouched Pixy Stix-like powder pretty much got me through the toughest elementary school days. In fact, it even got me through a few middle school days, too. Sometimes, when the pressures of being a nerd got too intense, I ripped open the cherry and dipped the sweet white stick. In high school, there was at least one occasion where I dipped a few pouches before a test to give me that "edge."

This stuff was ridiculous: a stick made entirely of sugar being dipped into a pouch of flavored sugar. What so many kids like me never figured out was that you can go to the supermarket and get a huge bag of sugar for cheap (and you can even skip the stick). I guess the stick was what made Fun Dip worth what was supposed to be my lunch money. In third grade, there was a kid in my class named Jerome who would bring one of these pouches everyday. I'll bet he's in rehab now, but still chews on a stick once in a while. You know, just to remember what it felt like.

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