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  • Writer's pictureJohannes Becht

Trying to make ends meat: Teacher takes job at chicken processing plant

Updated: Jan 24

This Oklahoma teacher bumped up her eggucation.

In a world filled with unexpected career changes, a local teacher from Slaughter, Oklahoma, is proving that when life hands you lemons, you can also get handed a chicken – or a dozen.

Meet Sarah Featherington, a high school teacher who recently found herself in quite the poultry predicament, as she traded the blackboard for the chicken coop. So, what's the feather-raising story behind her new gig? Gather 'round, folks, because this one's clucking hilarious!

One day, Sarah was grading a stack of papers with a look of despair that only a teacher can master. Faced with a mountain of calculus problems, she muttered to herself, "I'd rather be plucking chickens than solving these equations!" Little did she know, the universe had a twisted sense of humor, and her words were about to come home to roost.

The next morning, Sarah woke up to a knock on her door. When she opened it, there stood Farmer Johnson, who had heard her desperate wish for a chicken-related escape from the classroom. He exclaimed, "We're short-handed at the chicken processing plant, and I need a clucking good worker like you!" Without a second thought, Sarah thought, "Well, I did ask for it."

Her first day at the chicken processing plant was an eggstremely eye-opening experience. Sarah was handed a feather duster and a feathered friend named Clucky. Clucky was a particularly unruly rooster who had a knack for getting into trouble. Sarah quipped, "Well, I guess it's time for me to brush up on my 'eggucation'!"

As she got accustomed to her new feathery colleagues, Sarah couldn't help but notice the eggstreme diversity in the chicken world. There were Rhode Island Reds, Plymouth Rocks, and Leghorns, each with their own unique personalities. She joked, "It's like working in a chicken United Nations!"

Of course, working at a chicken processing plant comes with its fair share of feather-flustering moments. One day, Sarah attempted to teach the chickens some basic algebra. She said, "Alright, guys, let's solve for X. But not the kind that marks the spot where you buried your precious corn!" The chickens were less than impressed and promptly scattered, leaving her to scratch her head and wonder if she was the "beak" of the joke.

In her spare time, Sarah would entertain the chickens with her own rendition of "The Chicken Dance." She figured it was a clucking hit when she noticed the chickens actually trying to mimic her moves. "Who knew I'd be moonlighting as a dance instructor for a bunch of feathered enthusiasts?" Sarah quipped.

Despite the chicken chaos, Sarah found herself bonding with her new co-workers. She became fast friends with Henrietta, a chicken who had an uncanny talent for solving complex puzzles. "She's an eggstraordinary problem-solver!" Sarah declared, earning her the nickname "Henrietta the Brainiac."

As the weeks went by, Sarah became known as the "Teacher of the Coop." She even started conducting informal chicken spelling bees and quizzing them on famous roosters throughout history. When asked how her teaching skills transferred to her new feathered audience, she chuckled, "Well, I've learned that chickens may not be the best at calculus, but they sure know how to wing it!"

So, there you have it, folks – a tale of a teacher who took a clucktastic detour into the world of chicken processing. Sarah Featherington is living proof that life is full of surprises, and sometimes, when you're trying to make ends meat, you might just find yourself teaching some fine-feathered friends a lesson or two. Who knows what the future holds for the "Teacher of the Coop," but one thing's for sure: her story is definitely nothing to cluck at!


About the Author

Johannes Becht is a multimedia journalist, digital marketer, video producer, filmmaker/actor and photographer with 9+ years experience as multimedia journalist and 2+ years in video production and marketing. Get in touch here.


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