On the bright side...
Last night I went to my student's orchestra concert. I nearly choked, trying not to laugh loudly and inappropriately during what pretended to be Jingle Bells.
I can laugh at how it went because I know she wasn't the reason why it sounded like a death march.
No student of mine sucks. She conquered this stuff. She was playing it three years ago. I felt a strange mixture of humor and pride throughout her entire portion of the concert because of this.
I think I have the best job in the world, even if I only get to work at it once a week.
Teaching is awesome, and watching who you've taught show the rest of them how it's done is highly satisfying. Never mind my bad day. I remembered this and suddenly I'm smiling again.
I can laugh at how it went because I know she wasn't the reason why it sounded like a death march.
No student of mine sucks. She conquered this stuff. She was playing it three years ago. I felt a strange mixture of humor and pride throughout her entire portion of the concert because of this.
I think I have the best job in the world, even if I only get to work at it once a week.
Teaching is awesome, and watching who you've taught show the rest of them how it's done is highly satisfying. Never mind my bad day. I remembered this and suddenly I'm smiling again.