Cake.
The other day in one of the 3rd year classes we were supposed to be teaching "Would you like some ___?" "Yes, please!" "Would you like some more?" "No thank you, I'm full." And that sort of thing.
So to demonstrate, the teacher had me sit down to play my part of the conversation, while she brought out a paper shopping bag filled with mystery. She kept asking the class "Did anyone notice something smelling really good? Hm?" Of course she had shown me that morning in the staff room, so I knew exactly what the smell was and wasn't surprised when she pulled out a tasty-looking cheesecake that she had baked that morning.
The class was pleased, "oohs" and "ahs" filled the room, along with the "are we really gonna eat that?" and "who did you make that for?" to which she replied with only a smile.
I played my part well, delivering beautiful "Yes please"s and "No thank you"s that would make your ears weep with joy. Fuck I wanted some cake. There were paper plates and little plastic forks.
And at the end of the lesson, the teacher just scooped up the cake and placed it right back in the bag. WHAT THE FUCK?? I mean, who does that? Sure the students were gutted, but I was ready to spill some blood!
But later on during lunch the teacher gathered up the girls of the class and brought them to a meeting room where she locked the door and doled it out (I was invited to "speak english," or at least attempt it around a mouthful of delicious lemon cheesecake).
She kept shushing them and made them promise to keep it a secret, even scolding them when they dropped crumbs. I'm pretty sure she was half-joking....but then why the shut doors? And what about the boys??
Bonus:
HALCALI's debut album HALCALI BACON
So to demonstrate, the teacher had me sit down to play my part of the conversation, while she brought out a paper shopping bag filled with mystery. She kept asking the class "Did anyone notice something smelling really good? Hm?" Of course she had shown me that morning in the staff room, so I knew exactly what the smell was and wasn't surprised when she pulled out a tasty-looking cheesecake that she had baked that morning.
The class was pleased, "oohs" and "ahs" filled the room, along with the "are we really gonna eat that?" and "who did you make that for?" to which she replied with only a smile.
I played my part well, delivering beautiful "Yes please"s and "No thank you"s that would make your ears weep with joy. Fuck I wanted some cake. There were paper plates and little plastic forks.
And at the end of the lesson, the teacher just scooped up the cake and placed it right back in the bag. WHAT THE FUCK?? I mean, who does that? Sure the students were gutted, but I was ready to spill some blood!
But later on during lunch the teacher gathered up the girls of the class and brought them to a meeting room where she locked the door and doled it out (I was invited to "speak english," or at least attempt it around a mouthful of delicious lemon cheesecake).
She kept shushing them and made them promise to keep it a secret, even scolding them when they dropped crumbs. I'm pretty sure she was half-joking....but then why the shut doors? And what about the boys??
Bonus:
HALCALI's debut album HALCALI BACON