Striking fancy

As summer was thrust upon me, I looked back on the gloomy winter that had just passed by. 

Maybe the sun was taunting me? Anyhow, it had struck my fancy. 

Winters are always bad for me. I get crazy, messed-up hair and tired skin. And dandruff. I get dandruff people. 

But now that summer is here I get crazy messed-up hair and brown skin. And no dandruff. That makes me happy. 

My former teacher sent me an e-mail asking if I could send a letter to the headmaster of my school explaining what went down in the class with a crazy russian woman. Seriously crazy russian woman. Crazy like trying to kill yourself by cutting your wrists with a plastic knife from IKEA. While your kids are watching...