My name is Ms. Grady and I'll be your teacher this year. There are a few things that I want to make clear before you step foot into my classroom so please read this letter carefully.
First of all, I hope your parents like pizza because you're going to have to sell a lot of them this year. It seems that Ms. Grady didn't do so well at her first stab at online poker and therefore I'll be relying on your fundraising efforts to catch up on a few mortgage payments.
I have a lot of rules. Have your mom or dad look up OCD on the Internet and that might help explain things like why I'll be asking you to screw the cap on your glue stick on and off three times before you put it away each day. And you'll be washing your hands a lot. I mean all the time.
One item that didn't make it on to your school supplies list that you will need for my class is a black, hooded robe. Once a month, we'll be taking a trip behind the school to sacrifice a small woodland creature to the dark lords. Hopefully all six ceremonies will go well so that you, or one of you classmates, will be able to participate in our final rite in a very, very special way.
Finally, our classroom is a lot like Vegas; what happens in Ms. Grady's class, stays in Ms. Grady's class.
Okay. While that may not be the actual letter Ms. Grady wrote to Allie (and she did write a nice letter introducing herself to her students) that is really what she looks like.
Allie is as excited as she has ever been now that she knows what her teacher looks like.
We bought her school supplies this weekend. These are her gym shoes:
What do you think, Grandma Judy?