We used to dress up my dog in a Halloween costume...for about 4 years in a row (the costume was on the pricey side) my golden retriever Samantha was a ballerina. The costume had a tu-tu and even fake arms so she looked sort of like a human with a dog head. She spent all of Halloween night trying to claw it off, but we knew that she really liked pretending she was a ballet dancer for one night a year.
Yesterday one of my students spit at me when he was upset at me. Today at work I got a letter from him that read something along the lines of "Dear Stacy, I'm so sorry I spit at you, and I'm going to try very hard not to do that again. Love Matthew"
It was great. What other job can you get letters like that??
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