Slice of Life Challenge #24: When your classroom is downwind of Nabisco ….

The March Slice of Life Challenge is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers

Our school is about a ten minute walk from a Nabisco factory.  One certain days, when the direction of the wind is just right, we know exactly what is being baked – Nilla Wafers or graham crackers.  Now that it’s nice enough to have the windows open, we are even more aware of what’s cooking (could not resist that!) down the street.
Yesterday, we were just getting into the nitty gritty of creating conclusion paragraphs for our persuasive essays when the unmistakable aroma of baking wafted through our windows, swirled around the air in our classroom, and made us swoon with longing.  No one needed to say a word, but all 27 of us felt  the same sensation and had the same thought: it’s milk and cookies time!  So, we put our pencils down, shut our eyes and let our imaginations run riot. There was a lot of deep breathing and sighing going on. Then we shared those thoughts, and among these were:

  • memories of baking holidays cookies with Grandma
  • coming home from school to a kitchen promising just-baked brownies
  • sneaking milk and cookies late at night
  • opening the oven door to 12 perfect chocolate chip cookies you and your friends had just mixed up
  • sitting in a classroom, surrounded by yummy baking smells, and knowing there were no cookies to be had!

Soon, the wind shifted and we were back to reality –  that persuasive essay, and the prospect of lunch still two periods away. Some continued to sniff even as they continued to work…their minds very much still on:

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7 thoughts on “Slice of Life Challenge #24: When your classroom is downwind of Nabisco ….

  1. You've just made my stomach rumble with your words, "unmistakable aroma of baking wafted through our windows, swirled around the air in our classroom, and made us swoon with longing." Now I must go and forage for something to eat. We have a French's seasoning factory near the house, so sometimes when we are outside, we get whiffs of onion and garlic. I prefer your smells.

  2. I have visited Hershey, PA once and wondered if those that live there either come to hate chocolate or become immune to the smell. I hope you keep a box in your desk for the times the wafts are extra strong. I liked this line "let our imaginations run riot" as the unexpected 'riot' caught my attention.

  3. What an enjoyable smell to encounter during school. When I teach it is the smell of cut grass and the sneezes and coughs that happen…even though it does make allergies react it is the fun of what the smells remind us of in our life. Oh then also after gym class some afternoons when the students have had a chance to be real active…the smell of sweat, strong deodorant and the various body sprays they use. Thanks for allowing the memory of smells come to mind.

  4. How heavenly. I think I'd be tempted to have a box of Nilla Wafers on hand all of the time. When my husband and I traveled west to CA, we drove through a town that grew garlic. The aroma of garlic permeated the town. I also remember the smell of grapes on the vine when I lived near Geneva, Ohio. I could just envision you all "swooning with longing."

  5. That must be so tempting to work near the Nabisco factory! You should have your kids write a persuasive letter to the factory asking for free Nilla Wafers…;) I love your word choice in this slice! Just like Elsie, this is my favorite line: "…unmistakable aroma of baking wafted through our windows, swirled around the air in our classroom, and made us swoon with longing…" Keep on writing!

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