Surprise Treat

The agenda for my last day of Reading and Writing in the content area held a line that drew ire form me. “Surprise Treat!” I hate when people try to pawn off discards from last Halloween as a treat. Since when is stale candy a treat? Later I heard a rumor that the elementary methods class had a similar “treat.” The instructor took them out to her car, open the truck, and let the students rummage through old bulletin board supplies and woefully out of date teaching supplies. Now even the surprise had been spoiled thanks to my ever more sinister classmates.
How quickly was I too tut-tuting something I didn’t even know about. I’m too cynical anymore.
As we neared the end of class, and the last item left without a check mark was “Surprise Treat,” my eyes glazed over and was expecting to hear about the contents of the trunk of her car.
I liked the content of my instructor’s trunk. Her husband is a wine reviewer, and she receives more wine then she could ever drink. Of the six members of my class decided to become secondary teachers.
“In the past I’ve usually had a much bigger group” explained our professor to me in wide eyed anticipation. “So, I usually just gave everyone a bottle.”
I wanted to hug her. “But there are only six of you in this class, so I just decided to clean out my garage; you can all take a case of six.”
Six, unmatched bottles. Some our pretty expensive foreign labels, some are just cheap California generics. One was vinted here in Colorado. How doth I love school.