One of the boys in my 10-year-old class brought in some noodles for everyone to share.
He brought in two packages, dried, that conveniently can come to life after some hot water.
I had met him in the market about 2 minutes before class where he informed me he was going to purchase 1 ADULT PORTION for each child in the class. I managed to convince him that ALL NINE CHILDREN did not need their own portion.
He looked up at me, a bit conflicted and said:
"My mother said if I can only have if I get for everyone."
And so, we compromised, purchased two smaller packages and I promised to bring small Dixie cups to class so we could distribute.
I was touched by his generosity, even if it was selfishly fuelled.
When we reached class, with the noodles and Dixie cups in hand, he carefully distributed sections of the noodles into the cups.
The most sought after bit was the flavoring. Once everyone was appeased with the amount of spicyness they would be consuming, it was off the to water cooler/heater to turn the dry noodles into soupy yumminess.
As they were away, I started to think about how exactly they expected to eat these noodles, as we didn't purchase any chopsticks for the occasion.
It only took a second when they got back to their desk to prove to me once again why someday I WILL be working for them.
Sissors plus extra cups equals perfectly shaped scooping devices.
I guess 10 hours of school plus hogwans does actually pay off.
He brought in two packages, dried, that conveniently can come to life after some hot water.
I had met him in the market about 2 minutes before class where he informed me he was going to purchase 1 ADULT PORTION for each child in the class. I managed to convince him that ALL NINE CHILDREN did not need their own portion.
He looked up at me, a bit conflicted and said:
"My mother said if I can only have if I get for everyone."
And so, we compromised, purchased two smaller packages and I promised to bring small Dixie cups to class so we could distribute.
I was touched by his generosity, even if it was selfishly fuelled.
When we reached class, with the noodles and Dixie cups in hand, he carefully distributed sections of the noodles into the cups.
The most sought after bit was the flavoring. Once everyone was appeased with the amount of spicyness they would be consuming, it was off the to water cooler/heater to turn the dry noodles into soupy yumminess.
As they were away, I started to think about how exactly they expected to eat these noodles, as we didn't purchase any chopsticks for the occasion.
It only took a second when they got back to their desk to prove to me once again why someday I WILL be working for them.
Sissors plus extra cups equals perfectly shaped scooping devices.
I guess 10 hours of school plus hogwans does actually pay off.
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