Spring Show...

It's almost over. Thank God.

After Experience Comes Wisdom...I Hope.

I've spent the last three or four years listening to experienced teachers give me and others advice on classroom management. Start strong, back off later. Yeah. Great in theory, but harder to put in to practice. Now I'm going to have to reinvent myself next year and try to undo the damages done. Nice does not a good choir director make.

I'll be doing well this week if I manage to keep my cool. I have a real problem with apathy though. For example; a student pierced her own ear in class today. Should I have stopped her? Probably, but all I could think was, "well, it's her own stupid fault if her ear falls off from infection." What a good role model I am.

Rants and Raves

Well, an entire month without a post. Typical me. So here we go...

My Life in the Last Week in Short Succinct Points:

-started choreography for Spring Show, my calves hurt.
-worked on music for Spring Show and Competition simultaneously causing my nerves to short circuit an making me consider a vodka run.
-went to Competition with close to 50 teenagers in tow. Vodka shots and drugs were considered but rejected in favor of massive amounts of chocolate to counteract the homicidal tendencies.
-Got bad reviews from the Judges from Hell during Competition and am considering a career change that doesn't involve destroying my artistic self-esteem with phrases like, "work on basic singing skills."
-performed a play, "Dead Man's Chest" after a week of rehearsal. Dress rehearsal resembled a natural disaster in which many lines were lost. Luckily the actual performance went relatively well, aside from the annoying baby that cried during most of the scenes. I'm never having children.
-In a possible back-handed attempt to compliment me, I was informed a lady from church asked who I was playing in the "Dead Man's Chest," and when informed who I was responded by saying 'that's too pretty to be Sarah." Thanks. I shall now go bury myself in quicksand.
-The man who mows the lawns of the apartment complex ran over my Directv cable. Now I have no television until tomorrow night. I miss my Animal Planet. Who knew tiny little flies like to plant their eggs in fire ant heads which in turn explode when the babies are born? Not I.
-Found my wreath, which had been presumed stolen. My faith in humanity has been restored and all is right again. ...what it was doing on the side of my house is yet to be determined. For now I will assume it was a strong wind. ...right...

I will be getting up very early for the next couple of days because the JazzCats are meeting before school to learn their dances. Yay for me. So I shall bid you adieu. ...which means bye. See, now you know a little french.