pryncess527
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Our French teacher invited us to her house every christmas to make a Buche de Noel. It was a great chance to learn about French culture and how the celebrate Christmas, but our school wasn't set up for cooking and the point was for us to do it together, so she did it on her own time, at her home, on her own dime. She did not have to, but things like that are why she was everyone's favorite French teacher 
I remember having many at home projects, both cooking and otherwise, as a kid. I remember making a model of a cell with jello and other edible food with a friend for a Bio class. It was fun, and is probably why I still remember a bunch about the interior of a cell.
Even though I have fond memories of these projects and the lessons I learned from them though, in chatting with my husband a few years ago I realized he had a very different response to those same projects (we were in school together). His parents did not have high school diplomas and felt very ill-equipped to help him with things. Whereas I had access to fun tools that made my projects look great (like the awesome die cutter set for making letters I could use in the teacher workroom at my mom's school in the afternoons), my husband had a mother who yelled at him when he told her he needed to go to the store for supplies, who made him feel guilty for costing the family money they could not spare, and generally turned the entire experience into a very stressful family fight. He wasn't a reduced lunch kid, so none of our teachers would have known how those projects made his homelife hell. I was in class with him and had no idea. But it really opened my eyes to how these things create very different experiences

I remember having many at home projects, both cooking and otherwise, as a kid. I remember making a model of a cell with jello and other edible food with a friend for a Bio class. It was fun, and is probably why I still remember a bunch about the interior of a cell.
Even though I have fond memories of these projects and the lessons I learned from them though, in chatting with my husband a few years ago I realized he had a very different response to those same projects (we were in school together). His parents did not have high school diplomas and felt very ill-equipped to help him with things. Whereas I had access to fun tools that made my projects look great (like the awesome die cutter set for making letters I could use in the teacher workroom at my mom's school in the afternoons), my husband had a mother who yelled at him when he told her he needed to go to the store for supplies, who made him feel guilty for costing the family money they could not spare, and generally turned the entire experience into a very stressful family fight. He wasn't a reduced lunch kid, so none of our teachers would have known how those projects made his homelife hell. I was in class with him and had no idea. But it really opened my eyes to how these things create very different experiences