Last night, my select vocal ensemble sang the national anthem for the Cleveland Cavaliers’ game (wish the Cavs had won, but…). I told my band colleague before the gig that I always do the same thing: On the drive up to Cleveland, I say to myself, “This is probably the last time I do this for awhile; such a hassle and I hate the traffic and it’s so expensive and it’s a long drive for the parents and…”
Then after we get there, sing it, and walk off, I say, “Man, I’m glad the kids were able to do this. Can’t wait for next year.”
Yeah, I’m a donkey.
What fun it was to watch them get pumped and chat with them in the holding area on the event level, and just hang out. (Teachers: you’re never too busy for that.) They sang like angels and I hope everyone had a good time. I think they did.
Now I wish the school day would be a whole lot of this:
Fifth graders have all the fun.