On our way home from church yesterday we passed a former student out jogging.
“That’s the boy who brought me apple dumplings,” I said to M. “Hmm. I guess I remember students by what food they bring me.”
And it’s true: shoofly pie, cookies, peanut butter brickle, and so much more has been plied upon my willing palate by grubby-pawed students consequentially memorable. (Of course sometimes the grubby-pawed part won out over my sweet tooth, and the trash can claimed victory.)
To make matters worse, last Monday I told my students that the “two” in Tuesday meant “two cookies for your teacher,” which over the week netted me a promise of a deep-fried Twinkie (as soon as the student’s deep fryer is back up and running), an Oreo-based, blueberry pie-filling cupcake, and a piece of homemade grape pie…and this note:
How sweet–unless she just meant that she likes hot sand.
