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Food Appreciation [Class Fifteen, Period #3]
Marshall looked kind of sad today. He was going to miss this class. Now he had to find another excuse to order one of everything off the Ching Tai menu because "research" probably wasn't going to cut it anymore.
"Hey guys, welcome to the last class. It's time to administer the final, which I hope has been less stressful than the other ones you might have had," he said. "Everyone come up to the front of the class one at a time with the food you've chosen and say a little bit about what you like about it. Then we get to eat."
Mmm eating. That brought his mood up a bit.
"And let me just say that this has been an awesome class to teach. Not only because, you know, I hardly had to do any work and I just got to eat food the whole time. But because you guys were awesome," he said. "I hope to see you guys in another class or around town or something. I don't feel bad about serving you booze at the bar now that I'm not going to be your teacher anymore."
He didn't feel too badly before, but still. He would have felt bad if he was responsible for a kid's hangover.
"So let's get started, shall we?"
"Hey guys, welcome to the last class. It's time to administer the final, which I hope has been less stressful than the other ones you might have had," he said. "Everyone come up to the front of the class one at a time with the food you've chosen and say a little bit about what you like about it. Then we get to eat."
Mmm eating. That brought his mood up a bit.
"And let me just say that this has been an awesome class to teach. Not only because, you know, I hardly had to do any work and I just got to eat food the whole time. But because you guys were awesome," he said. "I hope to see you guys in another class or around town or something. I don't feel bad about serving you booze at the bar now that I'm not going to be your teacher anymore."
He didn't feel too badly before, but still. He would have felt bad if he was responsible for a kid's hangover.
"So let's get started, shall we?"
Re: Final time!
Francine pulled a rather large cooler-bag off her shoulder. "So I picked ice cream because at least you can't make me choose just one flavor."
Plop. Half-pint of Cherry Garcia on the desk. Plop. Half-pint of Karamel Sutra. Plop. Half-pint of Phish Food. Plop. Chunky Monkey. Plop. Chubby Hubby. Plop. Mission to Marzipan. Plop -- no seriously, is it scientifically possible for that many containers of ice cream to even fit in that bag? It's like a clown car! Plop. Jamaican Me Crazy. THUD. ...That was the Half-Baked. There was a pint of that.