The alarm went off. She came over to his bed. He groaned....
"David... David... wake up, honey. It's Tuesday again, and you have to go to choir rehearsal."
She shook him a few times. He still had cobwebs in his eyes.
He started whining: "I don't wanna go to choir rehearsal any more, Mama... everyone there hates me... the section leaders think I'm stupid... I understand nothing when they talk to me... the board members curse me and laugh at me... I don't have any friends there..." "But David, you must go to choir rehearsal," she pleaded.
"You're the director !!!"