The school at which I teach is built in the ranch style, like so many houses in California. We have a dozen buildings or more, spread out over quite a large area. We have three staff lounges on campus--one at the north end of campus, one in the center near the main office, and one at the south end.
In the lounge I've frequented over the past 14+ years, we have a good group. Our lounge is a friendly, upbeat place. Today we had a "try mine", a potluck. What a feast!
No matter what I bring, it usually doesn't go over well. It's not that people don't like whatever I bring, it's that mine gets drowned by the awesomeness of what everyone else brings.
This morning I loaded up what I'd need and got to school early. In the staff lounge I sliced and cut into chunks a dozen or so apples. Apples and cinnamon, that's all I put in the crock pot. I took the crock pot to my classroom, plugged it in, and turned it on high. After the apples got soft and mushy, I started stirring and mashing the apples a couple times per period. Students would walk into class and remark how good the room smelled--and how could it not smell awesome? Apples and cinnamon permeated the air!
My applesauce was a hit in the lounge today. In fact, this was the first time I can recall that the food I brought was completely eaten, I got to bring a clean crock pot home.
Add that to the fact that I finished grading some tests and entering the grades into the computer, and I'll call it a good day.
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