Let me first say, I don't blame her. MS band can be very slow and boring. I try and make it fun but let's face it, if we don't do it over and over, they ain't going to get it. How do you know when a band director is lying? When they say "One more time." That being said, it's not all that bad. She always smiles. She plays well. She has a bigger laugh when she leaves the band hall than when she comes in, so what's up?
I was so pleased when I realized that we had that kind of retention. Excitement filled my office when I first read the e-mail. We've always had pretty good retention but nothing like this. Then I looked again. ONE?! Wad'up wi 'dat?!
What did I do wrong? What could I have done better? ONE!
The next shock came when I realized it was my best 7th grade TUBA player. I'm sure there were snickers for some that read that, but for band directors, that's gold! We have tons of trumpet players. They're bad and I'm mean to them! They can't tongue! Why wasn't it one of them? Please scheduling god - I will sacrifice two of them!
Bottom line, I'm never happy. Satisfied - maybe. Not happy. I probably won't be happy until every kid in my school is sitting in my band hall at some time during the day. Straight hair girls want curls. Curls want straight. I should be happy for the sheep I have but I want to chase after the one who ran away. Why am I like this? I am so blessed, I should have no worries. I have my faith, a fantastic family, a great church family, a great place to work and FANTASTIC students. But now it's students minus one.
Oh well. Who ever is sitting in those seats next year, I will fall in love with again. I will have fun. I'll try and let them have fun (not stupid fun!). But no matter how much fun I'm having, no matter how well we're playing, I'll still have a little sting in my heart when I look over at the tuba section.