postmodernism and pancakes, part ii

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For the next few minutes, the young gentlemen loaded into the classroom a six-foot folding table, two electric griddles, pancake batter, plates, cups, plastic utensils, napkins, and syrup.

Their fellow students soon followed as the start of first-period drew closer. The others brought homemade coffee cake, various sugary cereals, and peanut butter. Only milk was forgotten, and the cafeteria was happy to provide white and chocolate cow juice (at a price, of course).

As appetizing chaos erupted for the first twenty minutes of class, I began to wonder if I had made a horrible mistake. I envisioned sugar-crazed students destroying the school like zombies craving flesh, never again learning from the Bible in my class. I saw ants forming battalions and staging an overthrow of my classroom. Oh, the horror I had invited by welcoming breakfast!

But then, tummies began to fill, and students respectfully deposited their sticky trash in a receptacle outside the classroom. The contented students then looked to me with an uncommon focus. At my urging, they took out their notebooks, and for the next hour we discussed the concept and history of postmodern thought.

I would dare say that it was our most productive class session to date. Apparently breakfast is the most important meal of the day.