Sunday, August 29, 2004
Farewell Letter to Graf
Working with you the last two years at Morse has been the highlight of my teaching career thus far. It does seem too short. It may be, however, best that we part now, as I would have grown hateful and resentful of you not only for having the advanced class every day but also for having only 3 other classes besides. You would have been constantly gloating.
I, on the other hand, would have slowly become enraged. Muttering things under my breath - "Didn't I just organize the storage room... him and his smiling class of bright children... and his slacker schedule... and his l quotation banners... why does he get 2 computers... brown-noser... Graf he is truly evil incarnate... and his little coffee nook... and that is my refrigerator... why are those kids out in the hall... I never get to go on field trips, not my own, not with the sublime Ms. Monroe... no I stay here and work... slave while he enjoys the highlife... and the coffee nook... and that is my refrigerator... and his little coffee nook... why does he get 2 computers... and that is my refrigerator... my refrigerator... my precious... my precious... we hates the Graf... yes, yes we must destroy the Graf..."
So you see it is for the best I leave now while we are still friends.
Stuart has been hired in the Sheboygan school district. He will be dearly missed.
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