Why my flute teacher is awesome.

Dear world,

My flute teacher is a great human being. Tonight we had a class down at NEC to prep for the flute competition that happens every November in Boston. The weather looked like this:

Awwwww rain. Yeah. Right. Not cute or quaint or any of that.

This DID happen. Except I was wearing more clothing.

After the class finished, I began my 15 minute walk to the nearest T stop, my umbrella went inside out, I was trying to talk to my sister (couldn't hear a thing), and my phone beeped because there was another call coming in. Don't worry it was my flute teacher and she said something like this, "Annie, where are you? Let me give you a ride home." I said, "No really I'm fine, I'm just walking to the T stop and then I'll be dry and I can get home." She said, "Meet me by the stage entrance to Symphony Hall."

And then she took me home.

I am lucky. She deserves blessings.

P.S. It was snowing/raining/snaining today. I looked like a full fledged marshmallow.Bring it.