Breakfast is served! (continued)
by John Pearson
Overall, though, I'm not too keen on the switch. For one thing, I've lost 15 minutes of instructional time each day. My kids, loquacious as they are, had gotten pretty good about coming into class and getting started on the morning activity right away. Right now, the transition between breakfast desktop and math desktop has not been a smooth one.
In addition, the breakfast options leave a little something to be desired. Remember Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs from Calvin and Hobbes? Our daily breakfasts come pretty close to that in terms of inducing hyperactivity. Pop tarts, honey rolls, and these pancake-wrapped sausage-on-a-stick thingies are among the menu items I've passed out. I'm thinking individually wrapped sugar packets can't be too far away.
Finally, the potential for spillage disaster is always prevalent. I'm fortunate in that my classroom has a sink and a tile floor. We can dump unfinished milk and juice into the sink before throwing the cartons into the trash bag. I feel for the teachers with no sinks in carpeted rooms.
A few weeks ago, someone threw a half-full chocolate milk carton into the trash bag which then leaked all over my floor. A colleague who visited my room later commented, "I feel like a rap stuck in a glue trap."
I fear that despite the downside, we won't be going back to breakfast in the cafeteria. I can only hope the bigwigs don't decide that they want us to serve lunch in our rooms as well.
I really don't want to have to ladle out nacho cheese so close to my math books.
John Pearson is a third-grade math and science teacher in Dallas, Texas. He has degrees in mechanical engineering from Duke University and Texas A&M, so most consider his math abilities adequate enough to teach nine-year olds. He is also the author of Learn Me Good (Lulu, 2006), a funny, fictionalized account of his first year in education. Read more at www.learnmegood.com
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My heart "cries" when I see all the food in the waste.... I was born in Ecuador, South America, the most beautiful place to live... if you have money. I was fortunate to have a Dad, who was a teacher and wrote some official text books, and a mother that did not have to work. However, we did not waste anything, we eat everything on the plate, your mother as well as mine - will tell us: acaben TODO, and we did it.
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