why is it that on tv teachers are always hanging out in the teachers lounge? first of all, when i was teaching i barely had time to pee. i certainly wasn't sipping lattes with my also-young-and-good-looking colleagues (note the sarcasm, as my fellow teachers were neither young nor good looking). where is this fantasy school where teachers have all this available time and a rockin place to spend said hours of freedom? if anyone knows of a school like this please let me know, as i am currently searching for a teaching job. i would happily fill the role of will schuster and guide a crew of young, singing and dancing underdogs. Or better yet, embody a one sue sylvester and rule the faculty and student body with terror and witty hatred. does your faculty need a chronic lady? i'm not so sure how i feel about that, morally. however in this economy i can't say i'd reject any niche a school needs filled.
if you are at all familiar with glee, you may have realized that this idea has been inspired by the swanky teachers lounge at william mckinnley high. in my incapacitated state i have been watching (and who am i kidding? singing along with) hours of the television show that brought back the musical comedy. [right here is where i should talk about the origin, rise and fall, and overall importance of musical theatre, specifically the comedic genre. however, this piece is not for a professor or publication and i find research boring. therefore, i will simply say that musical comedies are to me, as a chocolate river is to augustus gloop. i want to gobble them up and become completely submerged in their deliciously harmonious goodness]. this genre combines two of my very favorite things, wait for it.... music and comedy. i'm thrilled that lea, cory, and the rest of the gang have inspired students all over the country to form their own clubs, as it is important for those of us who need to belt into the spotlight have the opportunity to do so.
watching countless hours of family friendly tv has taught me that all good stories should have a moral, big or small. don't distress - here comes the fox-family moral of this story; everyone must have a dream. more importantly, spending my recuperation with ryan murphy's brilliant array of triple threats has helped me realize my own dream. after endless soul searching i now recognize my longing for a career at an upper-middle class high school, where i spend the majority of the day producing - and occasionally staring in - over the top musical numbers with incredibly talented students and seemingly unending budgets, part of the time relaxing in a ritzy teachers lounge flirting with good-looking colleagues, once in a while teaching a spanish [insert english] class, all while running the school with aggressively offensive humor.
what? too much to ask?
on a side note - when i told my mother how i have been spending my couch time while my foot is broken, she said "oh, have you been singing along? because i know you haven't been dancing.' and then she cackled with laughter. thanks. mom.
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