....or so it seems...that is, until they have to take their first test and find out that dammit, this is a class with exams just like every other class with exams.
But until that time comes, my singing minnows are just so dangably cute. I had yet another student add my class today, which means I need to start killing more trees to keep these kids in handouts. And when I said, "OK, lets stand up and sing.." they actually said "YAY!" I mean, really, somebody yelled, "yay!" Who does THAT anymore?
All this enthusiasm and excitement is almost too much for a Soprano to bear. Like the Wicked Witch of the West, I'm afraid if somebody dumps much more happiness and good cheer on me, I'm going to melt. I need beatings. I need tears. I need collegial angst sung in d minor (the saddest of all keys) to feed and fill my darkened soul destroyed by singing notes only a dog can hear.
As sure as there are dead Grandmas during midterm exams, I know unhappiness will return. In the meantime I'll accept their praises and hope that word doesn't get out that I'm actually NICE and my classes are FUN. Afterall, I have a Diva's reputation to uphold.
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I want to take your class! Where do I sign up? :)
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