This is the backseat of my car. My trunk is filled with xylophones, rhythm sticks, a keyboard, and other educational instruments. My car is my traveling storage unit for my traveling teaching job. Today I sat in my civic dreading the lesson ahead of me. I had already worked a preschool day with bloody and snotty noses, hurt feelings, restless rest time and some scheduling conflicts. Needless to say I was not ready to take the reigns and teach one more lesson, not when my packed car was so safe and quiet.
I walk into the gym with instruments and the student I have taught for the last 4 weeks run up to me. A few ask is they can have a guitar, while two rambunctious students grab the instruments. I have to once again lay down the law and talk about respecting the instruments. Yuck. Nobody likes to be the bad guy.
But then miracle of miracles. A fifth grader, who I had thought was too cool for music, wanted to play guitar. Like really play guitar. I teach students simple versions of a c and g7 chord; this student wanted the whole shebang. What an awesome surprise! I stayed later and worked one on one with him until he was actually playing the chords. I decided to let him keep using the guitar at school (property of the school district) until the school year ends. He beamed. When I left work he kept smiling and thanking me. These are the moments where I feel so happy with my music teaching journey.
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