"Can we bring our own birthday treats?" a student in my homeroom asked the other day. Her birthday was coming up, and it is my practice to bring donuts or some other sweet to celebrate.
"Sure, if you'd rather," I shrugged. "It's your birthday!"
I smiled and she did too.
To be honest, it was one thing off my plate, but I was curious when the big day rolled around. I announced the celebration with the same fan fare as always, and we all sang and wished her a hearty happy birthday.
"Can I help you serve?" I asked as she pulled a rather small bag out from under the desk.
"Oh no," she said, "I can do it," producing a stack of napkins, a ceramic soup spoon, and a plastic container of...
pomegranate seeds!
It was a brand new experience for most of the kids, and as they chewed the tart little morsels their facial expression were mixed, but they are a gracious group, and I like that about them.
"Sure, if you'd rather," I shrugged. "It's your birthday!"
I smiled and she did too.
To be honest, it was one thing off my plate, but I was curious when the big day rolled around. I announced the celebration with the same fan fare as always, and we all sang and wished her a hearty happy birthday.
"Can I help you serve?" I asked as she pulled a rather small bag out from under the desk.
"Oh no," she said, "I can do it," producing a stack of napkins, a ceramic soup spoon, and a plastic container of...
pomegranate seeds!
It was a brand new experience for most of the kids, and as they chewed the tart little morsels their facial expression were mixed, but they are a gracious group, and I like that about them.
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