Dear Powers That Be,
I’ve been student teaching music classes for almost two months. Teaching is hard. Anyone who saysÂ otherwiseÂ should beÂ chastised, Â fined, and drop-kicked intoÂ a stagnant pond.
Lately, I’ve been dreaming ofÂ aÂ cushier life.Â A life with fewer glockenspiels. A life filled with travel,Â dry wit, freshly pressed clothes, and fine food. Less “warm demander”, moreÂ man about town.
May I pleaseÂ be reincarnated as Bertie Wooster?
AndÂ couldÂ this happen soon? Before another weekÂ of 4th graders with squeaky plastic recorders?
Rebekah, anÂ exhausted rag bag formerly describedÂ as “Jaunty”