OK, so it’s A) redundant, and I hope Paul Simon meant it that way, and B) wrong, since it’s Tuesday morning. But I really have been up since 3 a.m. Sometimes my brain’s kill switch moves around and I can’t find it.
My high school concert was last night. The choir did quite well — it was ghastly hot (the A/C was on the fritz) but no one fainted (or feinted to faint) or barfed or otherwise looked sickly, at least that I could see. I was proud of them all.
And as usual, our audience was very kind. They always make me (and the kids, I hope) feel like what we’re doing is worthwhile. They are a constant and dependable validation source, and that’s a good thing because I am infuriatingly cynical about my endless search for “success” in music ed. It’s just part of life in my universe, I guess. You know, like the sun coming up, the waves rushing the shore, rappers shooting each other…c’est la vie. Anyway, it’s good to hear nice comments when I know for a fact that my v-jazz group and my male quartet kinda choked in a couple places. But it’s all good, and I’m still proud of — and grateful to — my students, who willingly subject themselves to my lunacy for years on end. There was good music last night, and they should feel good about it.
Middle school concert tomorrow night. Then graduation on the 31st, then it’s in the books for another year. And glad tidings this day: I’m giving up my room so my principal and AD can have a coaches’ meeting there, since I have the largest classroom on campus. They’re grilling out for lunch, and guess who gets a wonderful medium-rare steak out of the deal. Oh, yeah.
Just another day of girlfriend livin’ la vida loca.
Fink (upside, inside) out.