I knew my kids were working on a surprise for my birthday. Every chance they got, they'd somehow get me to go outside the class so they could plan something. I tried my best to pretend I didn't know what was going on.
So the morning of my birthday, as soon as the bell rang, one of my more theatrical students grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. He immediately fell to the floor, pretending to writhe in agony. His stifled laugh made it quite clear he was kidding. So after about a minute of this we were beckoned inside. This is what was waiting for me:
Seriously??? They brought me cake! And sang me happy birthday. Can you say 'adorable'??
While the kids were working on a group project I had the fun task of cutting these two cakes into 29 pieces. Definitely not as easy as it sounds. Plus the pieces needed to be relatively the same size to avoid any fighting amongst the kids.
During recess some of my kids from last year came by and sang me Happy Birthday.
During Science class the kids were again working on a group project. The school's doorman came to my door and told me my uncle was waiting downstairs. He stayed in my room so I could run down to see my uncle. He was waiting in the lobby with the biggest cake I've ever seen.
My kids almost fainted when they learned there was more cake in store for them. This cake, I later learned, is the President's favorite cake. The woman who sells them only makes this cake. It's that good. The cake had layers of manjar inside and was generously coated with a meringue frosting.
There was more than enough cake for my kids so I sent over the rest to the teachers in the teachers' room.
And because I'm a giant dork, this was my favorite gift:
|I got a medal!|