Camp. Is. Over
Thank fucking god, but camp is over. And it took all of this weekend to recover. *mutters*
It was... one of the worst experiences of my life. Well, that may be a slight exaggeration as the children were (mostly) wonderful. It was a small group, so it was hard to really do anything with them. There were a couple I was ready to strangle by the end of the week, though.
Especially 10 year old children who bring TWO cans of Vault EACH to drink at lunch. Omg. Can we say hyper children bouncing off the walls? I realised during this week -- that I really do NOT like children aside when medium rare and a side of ketchup. It makes me wonder if I REALLY want to go back next year and continue teaching. I don't know if I can do it without killing myself.
But what was horrible this week -- was one of the instructors I was supposed to work with. Now, when we planned camp, we were going to have two string ensembles. One for the beginning strings conducted by Mr Gong and the advanced strings directed by myself. Well, he came in, combined ALL the students together and took over all the conducting duties. Then, on TOP of that, when it came time for the students to have private lessons, he wouldn't let me work with any of HIS students that he brought with him to camp. The point of a summer music camp is to LEARN new styles and get to work with NEW instructors. I finally got so pissed off I just said: "what, are you expecting that I'll screw your students up by working with them for an hour?"
He absolutely ruined the entire week for me. Plus there's a language barrier as he has a VERY thick accent. And doesn't ALWAYS understand what you're trying to say. And I'm sure he looked at me as the 23 year old female and assumed I knew nothing.
*sigh*
It was... one of the worst experiences of my life. Well, that may be a slight exaggeration as the children were (mostly) wonderful. It was a small group, so it was hard to really do anything with them. There were a couple I was ready to strangle by the end of the week, though.
Especially 10 year old children who bring TWO cans of Vault EACH to drink at lunch. Omg. Can we say hyper children bouncing off the walls? I realised during this week -- that I really do NOT like children aside when medium rare and a side of ketchup. It makes me wonder if I REALLY want to go back next year and continue teaching. I don't know if I can do it without killing myself.
But what was horrible this week -- was one of the instructors I was supposed to work with. Now, when we planned camp, we were going to have two string ensembles. One for the beginning strings conducted by Mr Gong and the advanced strings directed by myself. Well, he came in, combined ALL the students together and took over all the conducting duties. Then, on TOP of that, when it came time for the students to have private lessons, he wouldn't let me work with any of HIS students that he brought with him to camp. The point of a summer music camp is to LEARN new styles and get to work with NEW instructors. I finally got so pissed off I just said: "what, are you expecting that I'll screw your students up by working with them for an hour?"
He absolutely ruined the entire week for me. Plus there's a language barrier as he has a VERY thick accent. And doesn't ALWAYS understand what you're trying to say. And I'm sure he looked at me as the 23 year old female and assumed I knew nothing.
*sigh*