Today my A level chemistry lesson was hijacked. People whispered at the door, strangers appeared. I knew something was up. Then the cake arrived. The monster cake. It was a thank you cake from the sixth form. A thank you for dragging them up mountains. The really touching thing was that they had made it themselves. This was not a bought tesco job, this had 6 hours of sweat and blood (hopefully not literally). It also had 8 eggs, 500g of butter and nearly 3 bottles of food colouring. It was also a cake of mystery, of changing colours, stuffed with marshmallows, cherries, smarties and chocolate “things”.
The population of the class tripled for this lesson including people I had never taught before. There was plenty of cake to go round while still leaving us all very bloated.
I stayed on after school to get some work done, but on the way home I did something different. I stopped off in Belfast to grab a relaxing cup of coffee and a little read. I should do that more often.
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