Candyshop 3rd Grade
In third grade. My friend Halle and I became obsessed with candy. We brought it to school, ate it during class, hid it in our desks, traded it, made it into jewelry, sold it to each other, etc. Here is of my most vivid memories from that crazy third grade year.
This is what came to be known as the Fly-in-the-Desk Mess. All year, we had been squirreling candy into class, hiding it in our desks, and munching whenever we felt like it. Most of it was unwrapped, as we didn’t want to alert the teacher to our secret munchings wit h a chorus of crinkling paper. Sometimes, we couldn’t find a certain piece of candy, but we shrugged it off and quickly forgot about it. This is the story of how we (and the rest of the class) found out what had happened to our “missing” candy. It was Monday. I walked into class. During the weekend, I’d bought some more candy, and I was on top of the world, even though it was Monday. Halle was already at her desk. After exchanging greetings and showing each other more candy we’d bought over the weekend. I shoved the candy into my desk as class started, and didn’t think about it again, except when I took out a few pieces for Halle and I to munch on. Right before lunch, we were handed out some papers, which we shoved into our desks and forgot about. After lunch and recess, we decided that a few pieces of candy would be a nice finale to our lunches. Upon looking into our desks, we were in for a disappointment.
“My starbursts are gone” Halle cried.
“My lemonheads are gone” I exclaimed back.
After taking out some papers, the missing candy was quickly located. It suddenly occurred to me,
“Hey, maybe all of our other missing candy is behind our papers and stuff!”
“Yeah!”
That was how we discovered the mess. After shoving around some papers and other various junk that third graders keep in their desks, we found it. All of our missing candy, only it didn’t seem so appetizing anymore. The candy had, after being in desks for a long time, had melted and had started to rot. One huge, smelly, colorful, disgusting, rotten puddle in each of our desks was the result of our efforts. Gagging, we shoved our papers and junk back in our desks to cover the puddles.
“We didn’t see that”, I groaned.
Halle Nodded in agreement. After munching down some other candy, and being the little sugar hyped third graders we were, we mostly forgot about the mess, and acted as though it didn’t exist. During the next weekend, we actually did forget. The rest of the week was normal, us chomping down candy and getting into mischief, and everything went fine. Until Friday. It was a hot day near the end of the year, and the teacher had opened the windows. It was about an hour and a half before school ended. It seemed as though a lot of flies were buzzing around though, especially around mine and Halle’s desks. After swatting the millionth fly away from her face, the teacher was fed up. She did a desk inspection. As she came neared and nearer to our desks, Halle and I were exchanging horror-filled looks. When she (the teacher) got to our desks and bent down to look in, she was met with a horrendous odor and a cloud of flies in the face. She gagged and dumped our desks. Out came the horrid pool of melted, rotting candy. Over the past week though, it had gotten worse. The puddles were bigger, smellier, slimier, and they had mold growing all over them. Since she had dumped the desks forward, our papers and math workbooks were covered in the a slimy mess of smelly rotten candy. You couldn’t even tell that what had created the puddles had once been edible! It looked like a nuclear hazard. The smell was horrendous. Now that the puddle was out of our desks and pooling all over the floor, the room stank. People were gagging and some kids even ran out of the room. The teacher looked shocked and disgusted as she ushered everyone out the door. As soon as we had gotten out of the classroom, everyone else was told that they could play until the mess was cleaned up. Meanwhile, Halle and I got chewed out by the teacher, but thankfully, she wasn’t heartless enough to make us help clean up the mess. She was pretty angry. It took the Janitor the rest of the day to clean up the mess, and apparently he didn’t even finish! The plus, I guess was that we got to play for an extra hour. It was so not a plus when Halle and I had to stand up and apologize to the whole class. After that, the teacher stared doing weekly desk inspections, and she forbade candy in desks. Of course we ignored that rule, but for some odd reason, we didn’t really feel like eating that much candy anymore…………………..
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