My student was fussing at me because I wouldn't let her drink juice in class. "I'm mad at you," she said. "You wouldn't let me drink my pickle juice."*
Pickle juice, did you say?
I thought I was alone, a solitary pickle juice drinker** in a salty vinegary wilderness. But there's another. And maybe more...
I polled the class and, much to my surprise and delight (and amusement), found that over half of the fifth-grade girls identify themselves as pickle juice drinkers. ("Pickle juice is goo-ood!") Over half. Two thirds, even (which is to say: four sixths, six ninths, 66.66%, four-hundred and fifty-four six-hundred and eighty-oneths, 0.6666666666...). I never imagined my transition to teaching would be a straight trip to Pickle Land.
I've finally found my people.
* Though I'm quite fond of a good p.j. swig myself, I marvel at the extremity of actually packing a container of it, bringing it to school, and surreptitiously slurping it during class.
** I like olive juice too. Any other olive juice drinkers out there?