Lever pins and patience
Where do I even begin? I haven't posted since student teaching a year and a half ago. But somewhere I lost the drive to spill my guts. And connections. Living in the middle of nowhere has done not so good things for me. Sure it's quiet and I get plenty of rest, and my puppy-child loves it and can run anywhere (sans one hit-by-car incident), but I've somehow completely embraced hermit-ness. Sure I see friends, like the new neighbor with the crazy terrorist dog, and friends from La Crosse, but I mostly just go home and sleep. Summer doesn't help with this 8 week summer school lesson schedule. I spend most of each lesson wanting to throttle my beginner students. I have lost every shred of patience I once had. Sure, I was southern smackdown in my day, but once College was over and I didn't have anything more to prove, I was chill. Now, I spend more time fixing their damn instruments than teaching them how to play it. You'd think I never spent the full 2 lessons discussing instrument maintentnce. Now I'm fixing the SAME lever pins, stuck mouth pieces, bent keys, and utterly destroyed reeds they INSIST on playing on. *shudder* So here's my plan. Leave MFE every weekend. Go canoeing. Hike Hike Hike. Pretend the RedBox machine in Viroqua doesn't exist. Take deep breaths before each beginning lesson. BUY A HOUSE.
So from now until my Japan trip (It can't come soon enough) I pledge to GET OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE.
So from now until my Japan trip (It can't come soon enough) I pledge to GET OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE.