Like I’ve mentioned in the past few work based posts I’ve made, I’m becoming more and more stoked about traveling home, and less and less stoked about doing real teaching, which in a way has made me a better teacher.
Earlier this semester one of my classes read a tale entitled “If You Give A Pig A Pancake.” At the end of the tale there was a bonus activity that included a pancake recipe. So on Wednesday I told the kids we would build some pancakes on Friday, and today is Friday…so it was pancake day!
The kids were totally into making pancakes. I never thought that anyone could get so excited about things like cracking an egg, or pouring batter into a pan, or (and this caused the most excitement) flipping a pancake.
The saddest part of the entire experience was the fact that the pancakes the kids flipped were perfectly round, beautiful pancakes, while the pancake I flipped while teaching my students to word “flip” was a disgusting oblong mess. For shame Wyatt, for shame!
