For the first few years I was here, I held end-of-year
parties for all of my students, class by class, in my apartment. It was never
meant to accommodate more than 30 people at a time, and my kitchen is not meant
to cater that much food at once. I soon discontinued that practice.
This year, to get my kids talking in class – and off their
phones, I came up with the ingenious idea of holding competitions. Class by
class, divided into groups, whichever team presented the best topic, as judged
by their peers, would enjoy a dinner at my house. The exercise culminated in
time for the end of the year. Thus, I hosted 4 parties, back to back, during
the last week.
I thought I was going to get away from having parties at my
house... oh well! These were smaller groups, and we had an opportunity to play
outside of class and appreciate our time together.
On Monday, I went food shopping for all of these dinners. No
pictures to show of that. It's really not that exciting.
On Tuesday, The FBI made their appearance. We made pizza and
quesadillas, and cookies for their classmates
On Wednesday, my lone sophomore group and I met for a dinner
off-campus. I wanted to show my appreciation for them pushing me to be a better
teacher. Fortunately, that meal was catered.
On Thursday, The Running Goddesses came by. We had already
had a pizza party earlier in the year, so for them it was shepherd's pie,
grilled chicken wings, deviled eggs, steamed veggies and salad. And
quesadillas, which are proving to be a hit.
On Friday, The TFGirls graced my home. Again: pizza and
quesadillas. For them and the Running Goddesses, I made an apple pie – because
I had already treated their classmates to home-baked treats earlier in the
year.
And this is what I felt like at the end of it all.
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