The funny thing about self-image...

Is that you might not really have an accurate picture until you see yourself from someone else's perspective. If I ever had any doubts about my reputation as the hippie sunshine fairy teacher, I have absolutely dispelled them in the last week. Last week I substituted a second grade music class. Walking in scared is no way to enter second grade, but in case you don't know, my musical abilities range somewhere above castanets and below the triangle. Fortunately I had just purchased a Disney Sing-a-long for my KG class, so I decided to make quick use of it. I wrote out all the lyrics to Colors of the Wind and had them copy the lyrics and then sing it with the CD. Now combined with my refusal to allow children to play with guns.... I'm somewhat living up to the slightly flightier name that my second graders have christened me - Misty Felice. As if Miss Batty wasn't silly enough, now I'm the flightiest macaroni necklace wearing art and music teacher in the world. Seriously... Misty? Now the only question is, would Misty wear the macaroni necklace or stripper boots?