They just made a huge mistake
You are reading the blog of a teacher.
I started last week, and so far being called “Mrs. Maguire” has only made me feel approximately ten years older than I am. In other good news, my “No Mondays” promise to myself has been upheld for exactly one Monday!
Also, I am about to punch Mr. Noodle (of Elmo fame) in the face and hang him by his suspenders off the Brooklyn Bridge. I don’t care if he’s on another continent: I will find him, strangle him and leave him for dead somewhere awful. Better yet, I’ll leave him in the alley behind Weev’s house and let him get pissed on. What the fuck is up with Mr. Noodle? Elmo knows more than he does. Elmo is a three year old MUPPET and he has to tell Mr. Noodle what to do. I’m so sick of Mr. Noodles’ bullshit! You’re not a mime, you’re not a clown, you’re a moron and I hate you!
That felt good, and it might be my first lesson at school this week. Everyone should be forced to watch Elmo 80 billion times, then write an essay on Mr. Noodle and explain to me what the fuck his issue is, and why Elmo keeps asking him shit if he never knows. He doesn’t even know how to answer the phone, or where his arms are. WHO DRESSES YOU, MR. NOODLE?
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