You know what I don't like? I don't like being sick. I'm pretty sure most people agree. However, we are people and I'm sure someone somewhere likes being sick. I used to make myself sick to get out of music class in 3rd grade. I was terrified of my music teacher. I love music but this woman was straight "double double toil and trouble". She scared me...alot! Why well a couple of reasons: 1st oragami and 2nd the flutophone. Okay so in music class why would you ever do oragami? Well our teacher decided that it would be fun to make piano oragami. Well that is great but I can't fold properly. I am not a fan of straight lines. Don't like to cut them or fold on them. I'm sure this part of my personality comes as a great shock to many of you. Anyway my piano was sort-of lopsided. She didn't say much about it but I could tell she didn't like it. This just hurt my feelings. She would make passive-agressive comments to the "bad" piano makers. Then we were playing flutophone. Are you aware of this silly instrument? Apparently, it is neccesary for 3rd graders to play hot cross buns on this tiny plastic thing. Anyway. I had a recorder the more sophisticated version of the flutophone. Any way we were supposed to play these glorious instruments in our left hand. I was holding mine in my right before we began playing them. So, my evil music teacher comes over with a permanent marker and rights "L" and "R" on their respective hands. I am not an idiot! I knew the difference. Yet here I am with permanent ink on my hands telling all of the school this kid can't fold (in my head) nor tell left from right. Seriously! This was quite tramatic for me. So, I began to fake sick on music class days. I actually was so afraid I would give my self a fever a sure fire way to go home. Or I'd make myself puke. These were the only solution to my problem. Perhaps talking about it should have been my first inclination but sickness was easier.
Not that it matters but Hot Cross Buns on a Flutophone or Recorder is B - A - G- B- A- G G-G-G-G A-A-A-A B-A-G. Ah memories.
1 comments:
mean teachers suck.
My sister is a music teacher and if she was to read this, she would go find that lady and kick her hiney.
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