Last year I introduced my students to the cultural tradition and pleasure of eating Hot Cross Buns on Good Friday. This year I upped their cultural education by having them learn how to make the buns for themselves. The Hot Cross Buns turned out very well, and everyone who tried them was treated to a party for their tastebuds. One of the students started talking about making them again next year, and when another student said, “Yeah! Oh…but Ms. Mueller won’t be here next year.” He said to her, “We can still make them because Ms. Mueller has taught us how.” I can’t really describe how that touched me…to realize that he felt I would be leaving knowledge with them, and that it wouldn’t end with my leaving. Well, it made me feel warm and fuzzy, and so I said something gushy like, “Yes, you must make them in memory of me, and then write and tell me that you remembered and made them.” I have had so many great experiences here in Wales. I will really miss my students here.
About Stacey in Alaska
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