Here's my news today, Oh Boy!
A day in my life...
The alarm rings at 6 a.m. "Dammit," I curse to myself. "I don't want to go to school." I feel like I'm taken back to the 6th grade begging my mother to let me stay home so I didn't have to deal with the bullshit of getting picked on for being short, fat, full of zits..if you know anything about middle schoolers the list goes on and on, but I am no longer 11. Now I'm 23. I am the one on the other side. Yep. The one instructing the little shits how to be more edumacated...or something along those lines. Actually I am an edumacator in training. I am (sound the trumpets) a student teacher.
Being a student teacher has it's good points and it's bad points. The kids love you because you're not the teacher and hate you because you're not the teacher. It's one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't scenerios. How does one win in this situation. Easy! Bring candy.
So that's my job from 7:45 am until 3:30 p.m.....a wanna be music teacher.
One might ask how someone could even stand listening to kids squeaking and squaking through Mary Had a Little Lamb and Lightly Row? Well...how in the hell do you think Yo- Yo Ma got started? I'm sure he wasn't whipping through Bach Cello Suites at the tender age of 4. A good teacher has to start with the basics and work their way up. Today we are playing hot cross buns...in a few years it will be Haydn Symphonies.
Sadly enough, due to the dumbing down of society and the steady strive to be mediocre, music programs are being cut all across the country. It has been proven that music expands the cognative, affective, and psychomotor domains. Why starve your child of the aesthetical diet that music has to offer?
Here endith the sermen. AMEN!