Dear SLA Teaching Professionals,
(Before you begin, I must apologize for the word choice, grammar, and punctuation of this short letter. It was written in haste and on a somewhat empty stomach, which I believe are the two leading causes of literary disasters.)
Though I applaud your determination to see your students reach their full potential, be the best they can be, and other hallmark card appropriate phrases, I request that you please stop telling my parents of my work habits. They are wonderful people who, sadly, birthed a horrible first child. Se la vie. But let us do what we can to keep their knowledge of me small and carefully monitored, ensuring their dispositions remain forever sunny.
In order for this goal to be met dear teachers, I ask of you but one thing: squash down that perfunctory need to involve my adult caretakers any and every time and instead treat yourself to a pastry of some sort, allowing each calorie to remind you that you have just done a great service by simply turning the other cheek. (Perhaps you may even find a way to write the pastry purchase off as charitable giving.) Please ruminate upon my recommendation.
On one final note before you make you decision, I ask that you consider this: within you lies the power to protect the well-being of two extraordinary people. This pair may, nay will in turn rescue other sensational souls and so on and so forth until one day you wake up to a world born anew in all that is good and grand. A world you helped create with but a few moments of well-timed silence.
From,
Christine Walden
Though I applaud your determination to see your students reach their full potential, be the best they can be, and other hallmark card appropriate phrases, I request that you please stop telling my parents of my work habits. They are wonderful people who, sadly, birthed a horrible first child. Se la vie. But let us do what we can to keep their knowledge of me small and carefully monitored, ensuring their dispositions remain forever sunny.
In order for this goal to be met dear teachers, I ask of you but one thing: squash down that perfunctory need to involve my adult caretakers any and every time and instead treat yourself to a pastry of some sort, allowing each calorie to remind you that you have just done a great service by simply turning the other cheek. (Perhaps you may even find a way to write the pastry purchase off as charitable giving.) Please ruminate upon my recommendation.
On one final note before you make you decision, I ask that you consider this: within you lies the power to protect the well-being of two extraordinary people. This pair may, nay will in turn rescue other sensational souls and so on and so forth until one day you wake up to a world born anew in all that is good and grand. A world you helped create with but a few moments of well-timed silence.
From,
Christine Walden
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