The second chapter of a different story
When last we left our hero, he was falling into the dark, dank pits of despair. Consumed with frustration and nervousness over the coming concert, he didn't know there shone a light at the end of the tunnel...
Sitting at his desk this morning after yet another perilous drive to work, having just returned from subbing for a spanish teacher that had been stuck in the snow, our Hero reflects on yesterday.
"So yesterday after I posted, I had the classes I had been, per-usual, dreading. Yesterday, most of the sophomores were gone on some field trip that I was not aware of. Not only that, but the students who were performing the play, Medea, were also gone from school yesterday. So when my 3rd hour started and I was looking at nearly half my class, including NO tenors what-so-ever, I was mildly frustrated. Did anyone tell the powers that be that there is a huge concert coming up and I need all my singers in their seats so we can basically cram the last few days before the concert!?"
Apparently, no one got that memo. But not all was lost for our Hero.
"Even missing the students I was, class went amazingly! It was one of the most productive rehearsal we've had. Minus the issue with the sopranos..."
He refers to the incident where one of the sopranos approached him in the morning saying some of the rest of the sopranos were going to talk to the office-which office of the many offices in the school they referred to, he didn't know-because they felt he was being biased towards the other sections, giving them more help than the sopranos.
"I couldn't believe it! Why not just ask me to go over something? That is why I am at the front of the room by the piano. And talk to the office? Please! They would send you right back to me. Ridiculous! Although I was panicked for a brief moment, it didn't last long. And then I went over a few parts with the sopranos and most qualms seemed to have been worked out."
Then he prepared for 4th hour, usually the most difficult.
"There weren't as many people missing from Blue & Gold; the usual skippers were gone, but the majority of the students have been showing up with good regularity lately which makes me very happy. And yesterday they gave me their best performance of their song yet! I was ecstatic! It was so relieving. Like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and a voice told me that everything was in fact going to be ok and I didn't need to stress nearly as much as I had been. I do wish I knew why my stomach was bothering me this morning."
He said, abruptly changing topics, sitting back to enjoy some music and his book until class. The day, it seemed, was going to be a good one.
"Now Julie and I just have to tackle our overly-dirty apartment.."
He mused, preferring to face an army of pubescent teenagers than clean. At least most things about today were going to go well.
Sitting at his desk this morning after yet another perilous drive to work, having just returned from subbing for a spanish teacher that had been stuck in the snow, our Hero reflects on yesterday.
"So yesterday after I posted, I had the classes I had been, per-usual, dreading. Yesterday, most of the sophomores were gone on some field trip that I was not aware of. Not only that, but the students who were performing the play, Medea, were also gone from school yesterday. So when my 3rd hour started and I was looking at nearly half my class, including NO tenors what-so-ever, I was mildly frustrated. Did anyone tell the powers that be that there is a huge concert coming up and I need all my singers in their seats so we can basically cram the last few days before the concert!?"
Apparently, no one got that memo. But not all was lost for our Hero.
"Even missing the students I was, class went amazingly! It was one of the most productive rehearsal we've had. Minus the issue with the sopranos..."
He refers to the incident where one of the sopranos approached him in the morning saying some of the rest of the sopranos were going to talk to the office-which office of the many offices in the school they referred to, he didn't know-because they felt he was being biased towards the other sections, giving them more help than the sopranos.
"I couldn't believe it! Why not just ask me to go over something? That is why I am at the front of the room by the piano. And talk to the office? Please! They would send you right back to me. Ridiculous! Although I was panicked for a brief moment, it didn't last long. And then I went over a few parts with the sopranos and most qualms seemed to have been worked out."
Then he prepared for 4th hour, usually the most difficult.
"There weren't as many people missing from Blue & Gold; the usual skippers were gone, but the majority of the students have been showing up with good regularity lately which makes me very happy. And yesterday they gave me their best performance of their song yet! I was ecstatic! It was so relieving. Like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and a voice told me that everything was in fact going to be ok and I didn't need to stress nearly as much as I had been. I do wish I knew why my stomach was bothering me this morning."
He said, abruptly changing topics, sitting back to enjoy some music and his book until class. The day, it seemed, was going to be a good one.
"Now Julie and I just have to tackle our overly-dirty apartment.."
He mused, preferring to face an army of pubescent teenagers than clean. At least most things about today were going to go well.