July 10, 2012
Teaching an intense music week involves pacing. Build defuse time into the schedule. Have friends close by who can pick up the gauntlet if you drop it. Only momentarily of course, because you need to have the series of events nailed before you even arrive. And I’m good at this, having done it for years. But sometimes an unexpected stone drops in the cogs. Usually in fact. This week it’s a crabby student, one who would really rather be accusatorily unhappy than be taught. Ah well. I bite my tongue and soldier on. The rest, the joy, the ah-hah moments I can make happen for those students here to really figure out their next step, as always makes all my effort worthwhile.