So, I was at the school, working with the kids for our Artist Night, and at the end of the rehearsal, one of the children comes up to me and says, “Can you be a teacher?”
I said, “No.”
“Not even a substitute?”
“No, sorry sweetie,” I say (feeling all warm and fuzzy). “I don’t have my degree in education.”
“I think you should go back to school and get it.”
Now, I’m SUPER feeling all warm and fuzzy, but I say, “That’s two years.”
“I still think you should go–“
I start composing this blog
“Because then we could fire Mrs.—.”
Uh. Not so warm and fuzzy. No one likes Mrs.—, and I don’t know if the kid’s comment was really born from “Wow, you’re so awesome and I wish you were my teacher.” or “Listen, Natasha, at this point, anyone–even you–would be a better choice than that weirdo.”
Still, I’m taking it as a compliment.
Hell, it’s my blog and my fantasy life, right?
