Lady Lynda Recalls How She Found Her Niche.

.Lady Lynda forlornly thought of how she missed lecturing the young women of the charm school for wayward girls. She felt melancholy thinking her words of wisdom would never be heard by those dear young men of Mr. Pequots Reform School for Dastardly Bastards. She sighed as she pondered how her male charges would consistently be actual bastards. However they were dastardly no more. Conversely, the girls were now refined young women. Both grads were ready to take their place in polite society. It was a dim chance that the female students would ignorantly blather away at vulgar nonsense. Lady Lynda felt a warm feeling in the cockles of her heart. Her mood was decidedly blithe as she reflected on how her woman friend and herself dramatically changed such unfortunate wretch’s lives so significantly for the better.
Auntie Carol‘s faithful colleague now felt a sense of emptine Yes the student of both schools could get a bit unruly she admitted. She recalled bemused the time whe the girls guffawed at her quaint manners…Manners such as saying please and thank you or may I. The woman reluctantly remembered how it was a huge challenge to gain their respect. It was like convincing a Conservative to vote for a Liberal candidate. In a way she couldn’t blame them as she tried to see how she and Auntie Carol were initially perceived as two dowdy middle aged women. Who if the girl‘s vocabulary was sophisticated enough would be viewed as dowagers. Lynda’s perspective, she was a sophisticated lady.
Now she wondered how she’d fill the void in her life. There was her husband Seymour. He was busy with his day job as a shoe salesman and pedicurist at the “Into Leather” shoe store. The woman reflecting on her time with her students came to the conclusion lecturing was her forte.
It was what she did best. Her time giving talks to the students of both of the schools proved that. She fondly recalled eventually how they listened intensely to whatever she told them .
No more would they, especially the boys be baneful threats to society. They would know their place and instead of looking bedraggled they would be the epitomy of ladylike and gentlemanly deportment. They would be belligerent no more. In place of belligerence , there would be respect for societal mores.

Looking back Lady Lynda thought, bemused that if she can make these swaggering braggarts become civilized than she could do for almost everybody. She found her niche. Her mission would be to lecture on the importance of proper manners.

Lady Lynda’s Memories of her then etiquette partner Auntie Carol and her perspective of the Charm school graduation.

Lady Lynda screwed up her face in disgust as she remembered the dreadful example her former etiquette partner Auntie Carol gave  to their newly graduated reformed charm
school ladies. A little tipsy I don't believe is the right phrase. How
'bout practically roaring down drunk? Conversely I remember a few years
ago a so called woman friend invited me to a place of entertainment.
Well it turned out to be a show of scantily clad male entertainers. I
recall drinking nothing but Mimosas. I drank my share.  I lost count with my tenth drink.  Even so I was
still standing and even dancing a bit. Not well but still dancing.
Especially when everybody with the exception of us, were underage. They
should be complete teatotolers. Shame on you. I did like the way the
room was festooned with such colorful crepe, Emerald balloons. I wonder was green
subconsously chosen because we are leaving the girls for greener
pastures? Namely Mr. Pequots Reform School for Dastardly Bastards.
Whatever? Pretty in pink I say. Those tulip dresses for the young
ladies waiting for their two lips to be kissed by handsome beaus. I just
love the colorful makeup. It was a fest fit for a Bachanalia.
Whoever their pardners may be.   If you'll pardon my expression. lol. The perfumes were an
olfactory delight. Such sophistication in scents. The sweet smell of
success was in the air. A little tongue and cheek humor. Oh Auntie
Carol, you are so cheeky.