It made me lol...out loud

Two things made me laugh out loud today at school:

1) I had a 5th grade flute lesson consisting of three very talented flautists(?).  They had packed up their cases and closed their band folders, and were in the process of walking to the exit when someone saw a flute on a chair and said, "Who's flute is that?"  Another replied, "It's Mr. Lindberg's".  Holding my flute in my hand, I pointed out, "No...my flute is right here.  Um...does anyone's case feel unusually light?"  After looking around at each other, one of the girls said, "Oh.  Wait a minute."  She sat down, opened her case, and was faced with the bitter reality that she had in fact closed her case without putting her flute in it.

2) I took a stroll through the cafeteria on my way to the stage.  The kindergarteners were eating lunch and I noticed a little girl who seemed particularly well-pleased with her lunch.  All the other kids were munching on their pb&j-on-white bread sandwiches and eating their fruit and pudding snack packs.  Not our little foodie, no, no.  She was daintily eating a bowl of pasta salad -- fancy stuff, too: farfalle, olives, pepperoni, cheese, etc.  It just made me laugh.  What a sophisticated 5-year old.

Waking up is hard to do...

As I crawled out of bed yesterday morning (around 5:50 a.m.), Amy asked me, from the warm comfort under the covers, "How do you do it?"  "Do what?" I grumbled.  "Just hop out of bed every day like that."  I responded in my most crackly and weepy voice (which wasn't too difficult at that time of day), "Because, Amy...the children have to learn.  Someone needs to teach the children!"  I seem to remember that she chuckled (which was the desired effect) and rolled back over and pulled the blankets further over her head. 

I then began to think a little as I prepared for the day.  How do I get up every morning like that?  Then, other questions, like Why do I teach? popped up. 

Lots of people enter the field of education because they "love working with kids".  I've had people say things to me like, "the kids make everything 'worth it', don't they".  Um...I guess so...maybe...sometimes...when they're not being punks.  I'm not saying that I don't love working with kids, and that there aren't rewarding times when they are successful or brighten my day or other warm, fuzzy stuff like that, but I don't think that's why I teach. 

I remember reading an article in a teacher magazine (something like NEA Today, Teaching Music, etc.) a few years ago about male teachers.  It was largely demographic, but also dealt with motivating factors.  I don't remember any of the specific numbers, but here are some of the findings:  The vast majority of male teachers teach at the secondary level (middle and high school).  Here, I am an oddball: I teach in elementary schools.  Also, when asked why they teach, most men responded that it was from a deep interest in their subject.  I guess I would fall more into this camp than the "I love kids" group.  (At this point, I should note that NO ONE enters the teaching profession because of the money.)

My high school band director, Mr. Dale Orris, was extraordinarily influential in my choice of profession.  Described by some as a real-life Mr. Holland, Mr. Orris is an exceptionally talented trumpet player (he played with the Glenn Miller and Buddy Rich orchestras, among others, in the 1970s -- the quintessential Mr. Orris moment occurred on a jazz band adjudication trip.  After our performance, the clinician asked why we played a certain note the way we did.  Mr. Orris' response: "Because when I played with the Basie band, that's the way we did it.").  He was also a great teacher, with an engaging personality and a supportive manner with young musicians.

As I think more about it, though, I still can't pinpoint exactly why I do what I do.  There are too many factors.  Yes, I enjoy working with kids.  Yes, I have a profound interest in my subject.  Yes, I was inspired by my own teachers.  I think the answer is a combination of these things, plus a little more.  I think music is downright fun.  There's a part of us as humans that responds to music in a unique way.  There just seems to be something good in playing instruments and singing and listening and dancing.  Who knows.  I definitely don't do it for the money!

Yay for good intentions!

I always have such wonderful plans for myself.  I want to do x, y and z, and I often get very excited about doing those things.  For some reason, though, those things tend to get pushed aside.  Here are some examples:

I enjoy calligraphy.  I own a fair amount of calligraphy supplies, and when I am (as Bertie Wooster would say) in mid-season form, my work, while simple, is quite nice.  I would love to devote some time to this hobby, but, alas, I never have the gumption to drag everything out, find a project and get writing.  The thing that usually gets in the way is laziness, and I'm tired of it.  Will I stop being lazy in regard to calligraphy?  Who knows.  I hope so, but the schedule keeps filling up, and I keep coming up with more excuses to waste time.

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There are about a dozen books I would like to read, but haven't started, OR, have read the first chapter and ten put aside.  Kind of annoying.  Nothing is really jumping out at me, though.  The real culprit is, of course, laziness.  I'm just too darn lazy to put in the effort I need to start and finish a good book.

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I could list any number of school projects...so, paying homage to Laziness (one of the lesser of the Olympians, I believe), I shall not.

I could go on, but I won't.  The point is this: how do I stop being lazy?  There are things around the house, professional and personal projects and other aspects of my life that are getting swallowed up by the great sloth monster (not an actual sloth; a metaphorical one -- an actual sloth might be kind of entertaining).  Any advice for me? 

I'm not usually so conflicted

I have two concerts next week.  I had one a week ago that went without a hitch.  I'm expecting quite a few hitches from the next two.

I feel really conflicted this year.  On one hand, the goal of what I do is performance.  Music exists in performance, and music students need to perform.  On the other hand, there is so much extra junk that goes into a performance that at times I want to scrap the whole thing.  I guess I feel this way mostly because of all the chairs I have to set up and take down and set up and take down and set up and...due to my schools' lack of adequate performance space.  Also, I don't know if having beginning students perform this early in their "career" is a pedagogically sound idea.  Actually, I know it's not, but that's what we're dealing with here. 

Okay, that's all I guess.  I'm sure I'll be at peace with this issue as soon as the concerts are over.

Why is my first post in months about this?

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At her most recent grocery store trip, Amy bought a bottle of Scope mouthwash.  I have been a Listerine user all of my adult life, but it was no big deal. 

While I am sure both products are effective in promoting dental health, I get a much different sensation from the Scope.  When I use Listerine, I sense that the germs in my mouth are dying a painful, agonizing death.  When I use Scope, however, I think the germs say to each other, "Ooooo...minty fresh!"  Which is worse: Dead germs or germs bathed in minty freshness?