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The thing about being a teacher is that, despite the fairly abysmal pay, the constant blame of politicians and the pressure to fit an hour's worth of lesson into 42 minutes, you won't go hungry. At least, you won't at my school, where even on a normal day you can find something to eat just about anywhere. Teachers bake things. This seems to be a truism across the board. They are givers. And they are never more giving than at holiday time, where the food starts pouring in the day after Thanksgiving break and does not let up for a second, culminating in an orgy of culinary delights on the last day before break. Which is today. |
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