Anyone who really knows me, knows that I have not cultivated a love for sushi. Regardless the immense volume of types offered me, I have not found a single type that I can eat more than one roll of. I just can't tolerate the texture.
That brings us to yesterday. I have two very great Korean children in my class this year, and as I was scribbling out homework assignments on the marker board, one of them came in with a celophane wrapped plate full of sushi. "This is your lunch", he informed me. "Oh, thank you so much!", I replied, all the while thinking, "how on earth am I going to get around eating sushi for lunch. I hate this stuff!"
I had a busy morning mapped out though, so I left the offering on my desk and proceeded to teach math and language arts, then escaped for a little planning time when the Spanish teacher came for her lesson with the class. Soon enough though, lunch rolled around, and I had to line everyone up to head for the elementary playground (that's where everyone eats). Thankfully, I don't have to eat with my class, so I returned to my room to start grading and straightening up the place. As soon as I stepped into the darkened room though, there it sat, gleaming and tidy, atop the stack of math worksheets.
"I can't just throw it away, and the other third grade teacher got her own sushi snack", i thought to myself. "I really should at least try it." Slowly and determinedly, I started unwinding celophane at my tiny white desk. As a bonus, I discovered, there were also three slices of an orange for dessert. After a careful survey of contents, which happened to include hamburger meat, cucumber, carrot, (hot dog?), and various other objects, I picked up the first roll.
Shock. It wasn't awful. I actually finished the rest of them. One tolerable variety of sushi (however strange), down.
Signing out,
Holly
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