I am a music teacher at an elementary/junior high school, so I would never classify my job as easy. In fact, I am really certain that I have more days that are downright difficult versus ones that are enjoyable. In 5 years of teaching, I have dealt with 5 layoffs, 2 student deaths, and countless other issues big and small. But today, it was a good – no, a great – day.
First thing that went well, yoga. That’s right, I tried to get 25 grade 7 students to do yoga. For a whole twenty minutes no less! I was very proud of my kids, they actually gave it a shot and it was a lot of fun! We ended our session with a savasana (where a few of them fell asleep, naturally) and I was amazed at the open mindedness of my students. I don’t think I turned them into life long yogi’s, but I have a feeling that a few may look into doing yoga on a more regular basis.
The second thing that went well was my grade 9 band class. We are working on music for our final concert, and one piece in particular has been giving us trouble for a long time (Marching Song by Gustav Holst). Here is what it sounds like:
Anyway, to make a long story short, THEY GOT IT! It’s such an exhilarating feeling when students understand how to play a piece that was giving them trouble, it’s like putting the pieces of the puzzle together and discovering the meaning of life or something! Ok… that was a little dramatic, but trust me when I say that it is a great feeling when you see the light bulb turn on. It’s what keeps me going as a teacher.
This time of year makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Happy because at this point, the relationship that I have with my students is as strong as can be. We can get work done and have fun at the same time, I love it. I hate this time of year though because I am becoming increasingly aware that the time to say goodbye to these students is drawing ever closer, and it makes me a bit sad. The grade 9’s will be moving on to high school, the grade 8’start to become far less annoying and develop into the leaders that they will become as grade 9 students next year. And the grade 7’s? Gone are my sweet, cherubic students from the beginning of the school year, they have now almost fully morphed into obnoxious grade 8 students. *Shudder* Grade 8 is, without a doubt, the worst, most awkward year in secondary school. Period.
Even though in the past I have thought about changing careers, at this moment, I really can’t see myself doing anything else with my life. It’s a nice feeling.
Almost time for the four day weekend! Woo Hoo!