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The Chihuahua Symphony (as Conducted by Dracula) - i of iii
A tale of a crazy teacher, four yippy dogs, and my artistic beginnings
Fabrication quotient: 1 of 10
Exaggeration quotient: 2 of 10
Once upon a time,
There was a boy who may or may not have been me.
When you were in elementary school - music class was the WORST. Everyone hated going to music. You would march to the classroom in a single file, sit in these chairs that were super uncomfortable, and Mrs. J - who was probably the meanest woman you had ever met at that age - would make you read books filled with pictures of quarter notes, half notes, and other colorless pictures designating the rhythms to such childhood hits as "Old MacDonald". Mrs. Judkins would also make you sit in silence for indeterminate amounts of time, and would pull a "bad card" from her little mini file cabinet of students if you tipped back in your chair. I remember this because if you had a bad card pulled, she would AUTOMATICALLY send you to the principal's office. I always thought she punished kids that didn't deserve it.
I, however, loved to sing, and for this, Mrs. J adored me, thanks to my golden vocals and blonde-haired brown noser tendencies. "I just LOVE 'The Music Man' and 'Annie', Mrs. J. Can we watch them again?"
She loved me so much, I tipped in my chair all the time and never got sent to the office.
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