The school had the second quarter rewards party today for the kids who made their behavior and academic goals. We have a system set up where the kids can earn “school cash” which spends at the student store for healthy, low-fat, low-sugar snacks or school supplies. The money can also be saved to buy an admission ticket to a special reward.
This semester’s reward was a kickball game, followed by build-them-yourself ice cream sundaes. Because I am watching what I eat, I choose to be the grade level teacher who stayed with the kids that couldn’t, or didn’t want, to go — turns out that worked really well. I had only 6 kids, and the music teacher took them! I sat and visited with a few other teachers while grading math tests.
At the end of their reward period, the kids were just finishing their ice cream sundaes. As they entered my classroom still sticky from their treats, I gave them a hard time. “Hey, where’s mine?” I asked. “How come nobody brought me any ice cream?”
Jose immediately answered, “I didn’t want yours to melt, Miss, so I ate it for you.”
I said, dryly, “That was very considerate of you.”
He clasped his hands to his heart. “It was a sacrifice, but you’re worth it.”