Directly next to my desk, beside the drawer bursting with Dr. Seuss stickers, thank you notes, and ink pads, lies my top-secret stash.
Stash of snacks and other sugar-refined goods, that is.
However, since it’s my first year of teaching, stress and roller coaster emotions have forced me to eat through the entire drawer of goodies. You see, anytime I’ve not wanted to deal with something (grading, planning, or eek! confrontation), I’ll conveniently grab a mini-Twix, take a deep breath, and everything becomes okay.
So yesterday, when one of my little babes was complaining that he had eaten “only one waffle!” for breakfast, I plunged into the abyss of empty candy wrappers. To my surprise, I pulled out one of my few remaining Clif Bars, Maple Nut, to be exact.
Begrudgingly handing over the last of my precious rations, I watched as my student slowly unwrapped my beloved bar with greedy, Gollum-like eyes.
I continued to peruse the room, checking in with my students for the morning, when moments later, I noticed the starving one’s Clif Bar had magically disappeared.
Feeling my eyes on him, my student declared, “OH, Miss B, I ate it really fast! Told ya I was hungry!”, I marched over to the trashcan, to see it lying on top, hardly a bite even missing. My teacher glare cast his way, he snipped, “What?! It was gross!”
Sigh. One Clif Bar down. Only one more to go.
I need a mini-Twix, stat.
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