I managed to give away most of the rest of the gingerbread cookies without any problem.
One student dropped by my desk during lunchtime and chatted about the two crocheted snowpeople I have on display. Apparently she crochets too. She suggested I should come stop by where she works for her part-time job and she'd throw in a little extra...the problem is, she works at Kentucky Fried Chicken, so it's not likely I'd ever stop in there. But it was sweet of her to offer.
Two students came by the desk of the teacher next to me (possibly their homeroom teacher?) to complain about the teacher of one of their classes. I wasn't particularly trying to listen, but they were standing right next to me. It seems they had specific complaints about the teacher's methods, and they were requesting that a different teacher be assigned to teach the class instead. The poor homeroom teacher didn't want them to think she was ignoring their (probably justified) complaints, yet at the same time she knew it was impossible to switch teachers like that. It was fascinating to listen to the ways she utilized to get this message across, things like "every teacher has an individual style" and "no teaching method can please everyone" and "it's clear that you are really interested in getting the most out of your classes." I certainly would not have wanted to be in her position.
Even with half my classes being movies, I was so tired by the time I got home, I pretty much fell right asleep. So I didn't have a chance to post this yesterday. Luckily, it's still yesterday in the States.
Happy birthday, Albert!