A week ago today, Marcel forgot his lunch. No problem. I drove to his school and let the brown bag in the office with the school secretary. She asked me to write his name and grade on a sticky note which she then placed on the brown paper bag. “Do you want me to write his name on the bag?” I asked somewhat tentatively. I was confused even though I wasn’t saying as much. Wasn’t she just going to call him up to the office? “It’s almost the end of first period,” she explained. “One of the office aides will deliver it during second.” We are miserly with our apologies and deaf to well-intentioned criticism that could improve the way we serve our larger…