The mister will be starting his first official day of work in two days’ time, so I thought I should give him a little pack of munchies to remember me by snack on in the cold office room, in case work bogs him down, leaving him no time for a proper lunch. It may sound pretty weird, but somehow, I’m the one who is getting all nervous thinking about it. I wonder whether his colleagues would be accommodating, helpful, friendly, and if by any chance, he could find a geeky friend there. I wonder whether his students are going to like him, whether they are going to be good kids who pay attention in class and submit their work on time, or whether they are going to be much like me at that age.
At the end of the day, I seek comfort in the fact that he did not get posted to a girl’s school.
Having enjoyed my teenage years in a girl’s school, I can remember the few male teachers we had, and the amount of ‘torture’ we put them through. It was all in good fun, I must say. The silly crushes some of us had on a certain English language relief teacher, the amount of tears and ‘I love you’ notes passed when it was the last day of his week-long stint, the incessant teasing of our part-time model Additional Math teacher, and the numerous times we made our veryveryvery senior teacher all flushed in his ears each time we go “Is that a new shirt, Mr Tan?”, even though it pretty much looks like all the other white shirts he wears every single day of the week.
And since Fate has its own unique way of concocting events, I had my worries that several years from now, a young lady would be reminiscing her teenage years of teasing a certain male teacher who just so happens to be my mister. Because sometimes, that’s just the way things work.
I guess these cookies are somewhat my peace offering to what lies ahead. That the mister’s journey would be a pleasant and memorable one, and that the working and student environment suits him well. And that these good ol’ chewy chocolate chip cookies would pave the way for chocolatey goodness and joy in the future, much like the satiating gastronomical happiness they bring to the mister.
These were perfect nuggets of chewiness, with a mouthful of mini chocolate chips in every bite. And judging from his regular “Can I have another one?” from the time I passed him a jar, to the “I hid the jar in my bag, and been eating them secretly so that I don’t have to share” revelation, and his most recent “Only left a bit *insert sad smiley*“, I know that as far as chewy chocolate chip cookies go, this one is most definitely for keeps.
And it won’t see his first day of work. 
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