“Pop. Pop. Ssssss. Pop.”
It was lunchtime and the end of a busy day. Our school has half days on Friday. Instead of leaving at 2:20, the students each lunch and leave at 12:45. Today was a whirlwind of activity with students leaving the classroom for an art project, kindergarten buddies and a guest lesson about Egypt.
All the students where hyped up. Was it the great weather or the early start of Spring fever? After tracking down kids with late assignments and trying to calm a bit of the chaos and teach content I was thankful that lunchtime had rolled around.
I popped in my lunch and sat down to a conversation with some other teachers about weekend plans. My teaching partner asked who’s lunch was in the microwave.
“It’s mine,” I said. “It should be done.”
Brian turned to hand me my food and paused. “Here are your……grapes.”
“What?!? Oh no. I microwaved my grapes! The popping sound was grapes exploding!” A purple soup had formed at the bottom of my bowl.
I put my head down on the table. I grabbed the wrong tupperware. I microwaved grapes today. I’m so tried. It’s time to go home.