In 1979 I spent three months at a college in London while I student taught at a primary school. I became friends with a group of other students who’d formed a pseudo-club and called itself the United Free State of Coprophilia. I became a member (under the alias of Gladys Hipps) and was issued this passport.
I’ve got a suspicion that the founders thought coprophilia was love of death and not love of shit.
I have no idea what the distinguishing feature comment was all about. (It says “Quick temper, easily flared when confronted by black jacketed idiots. So there.”)
We used to get quite a few Christmas newsletters and while it was nice hearing from everyone, Jeremy’s was always the one I looked forward to most. We’ve not gotten one from him in the past few years — we never responded, so our fault. He may not send them anymore — plus the price of mailing overseas is high.
I thought I had written a post about my students as Dancing Dollars a while back but I cannot find it if I did; so here’s the back story to a sweet note I found and want to share.
My first teaching job was at Bartlett Learning Center (Now Clare Woods Academy) where I taught students with developmental disabilities. Every year the school put on a musical. The first year I taught there the students put on Alice in Wonderland. The second year it was Robin Hood.
The music teacher wanted to include all students, but there were never enough roles in the play so she had to be creative. The year we put on Robin Hood there was a commercial for WMAQ Radio featuring dollars as a chorus line. Here’s the commercial.
The music teacher decided that my students would be dancing dollars that were a result of someone dreaming about money. (I don’t remember the rest of the play, but I do remember my students’ performance). I was no good at choreographing so a friend helped me out. I think my students stole the show. Another friend silk screened the dollar image on the felt. I think I sewed the costumes at the shoulders and waist. Or perhaps my mom did.
I just came across a thank you note from my students.
Clutch Cargo Lips 