elsa is sad

Elsa is sad. She walks around looking too pale, too morose too – too Edgar Allan Poe. “Nevermore” whisper her stooped shoulders.

This is distressing in the immediate because teachers are not supposed to manifest, well, nearly any qualities one would associate with Poe. Teachers are supposed to walk with a bounce in their step.

Teachers, while educating the tender minds of the young, are supposed to not think.