Dear Mr. Roberts,
Fack you.
Love,
Karissa
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Mrs. Jones
It's been a while since I've written, and a few things have changed.
My adventures are no longer in Kindergarten. Now I teach first grade. I'm also not Miss Terrill anymore. I got married this summer and now I'm Mrs. Jones.
My students remind me of my new name when I accidentally refer to myself as Miss Terrill. Zack even told me I have a song. "It's called Me and Mrs. Jones, want to hear it Mrs. Jones?"
Of course I do!
So he proceeded to sing:
"Me and Mrs. Jones...Mrs. Jones...Mrs. Jones...
We've got a thing goin' on
She is my teacher
And I love her..."
"I made up the last party myself, Mrs. Jones!"
Thank you, Zack.
My adventures are no longer in Kindergarten. Now I teach first grade. I'm also not Miss Terrill anymore. I got married this summer and now I'm Mrs. Jones.
My students remind me of my new name when I accidentally refer to myself as Miss Terrill. Zack even told me I have a song. "It's called Me and Mrs. Jones, want to hear it Mrs. Jones?"
Of course I do!
So he proceeded to sing:
"Me and Mrs. Jones...Mrs. Jones...Mrs. Jones...
We've got a thing goin' on
She is my teacher
And I love her..."
"I made up the last party myself, Mrs. Jones!"
Thank you, Zack.
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