9/13/2007
One Crazy Day in Music Class
A Guest Editorial by Nathan Higgins
4th Grader at St. Rose
Look - all I did was tape a few piano keys together. It's not my fault Mrs. Kelleher went all spazz-o during music class when she hit them.
We were singing that dumb song "Old Dan Tucker" - and it was Stephen who sang it with an "F," not me - and then she finally went up high enough to hit the keys with the tape.
B-R-E-E-E-E-R-R-R-R-T!!!
So Mrs. Killa-her - that's what we call her - got really mad and peeled off the tape and started screaming at us about what bad apples we were and how she hoped none of us came back next year.
So she started playing again, and we started singing, and then she hit the SECOND piece of Scotch tape.
B-R-E-E-E-E-R-R-R-R-T!!!
And then Mrs. Killa-her started crying and put her head down on the piano and nobody said a word, not one word. And I kinda felt bad about making her cry, at least until Jason Oberheimer let out this NASTY fart that was loud and smelly and we all were trying not to laugh and then Mrs. Lolich came in and she was super-mad. We had to write an apology letter to Mrs. Killa-her about the Scotch tape, and then we heard she wasn't going to teach music any more on account of her nerves.
But all I did was put on some Scotch tape. I wasn't the one who Super Glued her special piano slippers to the closet floor, that was Aaron. So blah, blah, blah and stuff.
4th Grader at St. Rose
Look - all I did was tape a few piano keys together. It's not my fault Mrs. Kelleher went all spazz-o during music class when she hit them.
We were singing that dumb song "Old Dan Tucker" - and it was Stephen who sang it with an "F," not me - and then she finally went up high enough to hit the keys with the tape.
B-R-E-E-E-E-R-R-R-R-T!!!
So Mrs. Killa-her - that's what we call her - got really mad and peeled off the tape and started screaming at us about what bad apples we were and how she hoped none of us came back next year.
So she started playing again, and we started singing, and then she hit the SECOND piece of Scotch tape.
B-R-E-E-E-E-R-R-R-R-T!!!
And then Mrs. Killa-her started crying and put her head down on the piano and nobody said a word, not one word. And I kinda felt bad about making her cry, at least until Jason Oberheimer let out this NASTY fart that was loud and smelly and we all were trying not to laugh and then Mrs. Lolich came in and she was super-mad. We had to write an apology letter to Mrs. Killa-her about the Scotch tape, and then we heard she wasn't going to teach music any more on account of her nerves.
But all I did was put on some Scotch tape. I wasn't the one who Super Glued her special piano slippers to the closet floor, that was Aaron. So blah, blah, blah and stuff.
Labels: music class, piano, pranks