My friend (our school art teacher who has moved on to the middle school this year) promised some of her students she would go see their middle school choir performance tonight. I met her for supper then went along with her.
I have never seen or heard more white, bland, Muzak versions of “Pretty Woman,” “Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance),” or “Proud Mary” in my life. We managed to contain our hilarity until we were safely out of the building. Oh, the sacrifices teachers make.