Retiring teacher

(1975? September 9)

In a way, you might say, I got some of my own back the other day, tho I guess it wasn't quite in that spirit it all happened. Remember I told you what an ass took over the vocational school after Mabel died? Never called the teachers or got them together - wouldn't answer my phone calls, let it ride to the ground. Well, a new man, high school teacher, has taken over, and he called very nicely and asked me to teach. I was sorely tempted to, but this pain set me back on my heels. I have been very nervous lately - afraid to cut out your other shirt for fear I'd make a mistake, etc. So I thot I'd better try to find someone and wrote a former pupil of mine who hasn't replied yet. It was really hard for me to prepare for these classes - so many little things to gather up, so many illustrations in various books, but I did enjoy being with girls who saw beauty in what I did. Takes a lot of nervous energy to face a group, at times.