Bolt Upright


dear music teacher
November 3, 2009, 10:21 pm
Filed under: offspring, random whining

I am BEGGING you, please, please, teach Room 6 a new song on the recorder. If I have to listen to “Hot Cross Buns” one more time, I’m going to scream. I have heard it. The grandparents have heard it. Friends have heard it, neighbours have heard it, even the DOG is starting to slink away when the recorder comes out. Can we please, please, move on to Three Blind Mice? Or Mary Had a Little Lamb? Or ANYTHING???

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Bring me that kid. I’ll teach him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in no time flat.

Comment by C. November 3, 2009 @ 11:29 pm

Try being the staff member in the school where you hear every class play the same song over and over again. I once shut my office door, and the kids said “Mrs. Turgeon, how come you shut your door when we were playing”….well because you are just so good at playing I just don’t want an echo in the room…sad but true..

Comment by Rhonda November 4, 2009 @ 10:36 am

Brings back memories…bad, bad memories.

Comment by hazel November 4, 2009 @ 3:37 pm

Try having a kid learn the clarinet. Like Eddie Izzard said, it’s like listening to somebody trying to blow air into a weasel. (Erm, no, I wasn’t that kid, why do you ask?)

Or the tuba. Elephant farts, anyone?

Comment by CinnamonOpus November 4, 2009 @ 3:47 pm

The recorder is a tool of Satan.

Comment by christycanuck November 4, 2009 @ 7:37 pm


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