An Apple for the Teacher

It was my first job as a teacher, and on the first day, every single child in my class came up to my desk, gave me an apple as they replied to the register…..32 apples! More than I could eat in a day. At home I did try to eat as many as I could, but there were too many. As I fell asleep, I mulled it over, and decided it was just a “greet the new teacher” gesture that they’d all decided to do.

However, the next day, as I took the register, it happened again. A small pyramid of apples grew on my desk. Another 32! As I was munching my way through a couple during my dinner, (lunch if you’re posh,) I asked my colleagues the apple situation I had. They said they’d been given apples, but just by a few pupils. They’d dealt with the influx of apples by making crumbles, pies and stewing them. Not one of them had been given an apple from every pupil!

So, the third day came around. As I called the register, another 32 appeared on my desk! Another 32! I felt I was in a bizarre production of Snow White.

When I got home that evening I pressed the apples for their juice. I found a few largish bottles with a sort of sideways “S” glass pipe in the neck of the bottle. I washed them out as best as I could, then filled them with the apple juice. The glass “S” had water in it, I assumed that was to stop air getting in.

Weeks went by, and the apple situation continued, and I ate what I could, juicing the rest. Then one evening I decided to drink some apple juice, boy was it tasty!

When I went to work the next day, I asked how long apple season was. Just until Christmas I was told, and then it’s potato season. I wonder if potato juice is tasty?