Our classroom was next to the cafeteria so we were nearly fooled. For that’s how Miss always passed it off. “It’s the chips, they’re frying the chips for lunch,” she would say when we asked about the bubbling sounds and smells.
Then one day we saw her. We held back just enough on the way to lunch, and we looked through the window in the classroom door to see her open a cupboard, remove a fryer basket of chips and pour them onto a plate.
Away we walked. Astonished, but not surprised.
That’s when I decided to become a teacher.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast
I love this! I never thought of cooking my own lunch in my classroom :)
ReplyDeleteA dangerous eccentricity, but an exciting one
ReplyDeleteHaha! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks all - yes, very dangerous, LOL, I really hadn't thought very much about that part!
ReplyDeleteJust like parents, teachers have to have a bag of tricks at the ready just to keep a few steps ahead of their charges. I enjoyed your story.
ReplyDeletep.s. this is Lisa at https://tao-talk.com
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