one of my greatest joys as a mother is getting the opportunity to revisit all the books i loved as a child with my daughters. last night (or, more accurately, this week), we've been studying the allard oeuvre (which fiona calls "oubray" and declares "better than camels" - i am not sure what that means, or what she thinks "oubray" is, but i like it).
poor miss nelson, her students stink. they misbehave and goof off during recreational reading hour and are total miscreants.
so she dares to live the dream, our miss nelson. she decides she's going to get those kids to work.
and she does.
the creation of viola swamp has to be the single most ingenious expression of the frustrated teacher brain ever. and miss nelson, she owns it. she dresses all in black, changes her hair, goes goth, and alters her voice.
then she works the crap out of those kids so that by the time sweet pretty miss nelson gets back, they'd rob a bank for her, if she asked.
i'm sure her methods are frowned upon, but can you blame the woman for just wanting a little decorum?
i can't.