My good friend Jesse described his new job as trying to drink water out of a fire hose. I can’t think of a better analogy for what I have been feeling over the past 3 weeks. I lean over to try to get a nice cool drink and get blasted back on my behind.
I have had many many friends over the course of the past few days call to check on me. My absence from the inter-web has caused a few people to want to make sure I am alright. I miss the inter-web too. I am going to make a real effort to get back to the blogging. I know, I know, said that a few other times to no avail, but I miss it a lot. I miss the quiet moments just for me to ramble on about crazy stuff going on inside my noggin’.
I also miss keeping up with My Words With Friends friends, it is taking quite a long time for my brother Greg to kick my boo-hiney as I only play when I have a few extra minutes. I miss cooking and baking. However, Rich is doing an awesome job at it in my absence. I miss watching baseball on TV and reading.
There are a lot of things I don’t miss and a lot of things I am very grateful for.
I am realizing that starting a choral/vocal program from scratch is hard work. I am doing things the only way I know how, and they are so very different from what has been done in the past. Everything from music selection, to curriculum, to musical literacy are 180 degrees from the years past. However, the possibilities are endless and the talent pool large.
Last week was a good week. I felt more on top of things, and I worked less and less at home. I also had an “I think that I have turned a corner” moment.
I have to preface my corner turning moment by saying that I am a cryer. I cry at the drop of a hat. I cry when I am sad, when I am frustrated, when I am happy, when I watch reunions, when I watch puppy videos, when other people cry. Lately those tears have come from being frustrated or the occasional autistic kid shoots winning basketball shot video. On Friday, however, I cried the tears that I love to shed…tears of pride. Those kind of tears come from watching kids, mine or otherwise, successfully do something that they had to work hard for, and if they had to overcome some obstacle to get it done then the tears really flow. I cried those kind of tears when my choir last year got done singing at the Heritage Festival and the judges were so amazed that my little y’all come sing private school choir sang with such heart and emotion. The look on those kids faces when the judge told them that he really believed everything they sang about, and that he was moved by their performance will be something I never forget.
Friday afternoon my students were working so hard to get this really challenging octet down from “In the Heights”. Most of these kids are not music readers, and some of them are not even proclaimed singers. All of them have amazing voices, but this musical is hard enough for people who know how to read music and follow a score. We worked and worked and WORKED. Sometimes I could see them just wanting to throw down the score and run out the door to start their weekend. But they didn’t, they stayed at that fire hose just trying to drink and eventually they did.
They were so so happy. They couldn’t believe how amazing it sounded. The director and I looked at each other with joy and happiness. Part of that was a “phew” we got one down, but most of it was because we realized that we were working with kids who were fighters and ready to do what it takes to get it done.
On the way home that night the tears of frustration were replaced. I learned a valuable lesson from those kids.
I am ready to take on that fire hose once again. Hopefully someone has adjusted the pressure a little.