fridays

Oddly enough, I love Fridays.

Friday is the day I get to teach a few lessons properly, (music, naturally) and is also the day on which the week ends, and the weekend, begins.

This morning, I taught a singing class (we're doing Carmina Burana, just so's you know, which I can't sing, so god knows how they're supposed to manage any of it), then the teacher asked what I had next and suggested I stay and do his next set too.

There's something quite terrifying about a room full of children looking expectantly up at you, waiting, like empty bottles, to be filled with knowledge. They expect you to know everything and be able to do everything, and a lot of teaching involves lying and using tricks to make them believe you are omniscient.

For example, I was trying to teach the "Consider Yourself"song from Oliver, and couldn't for the life of me remember the words, I was standing there conducting these kids and didn't have the music. In this situation, the best thing to do is tell them you won't be singing with them, because it's a test. This Works.

I'm also a member of the staff band. I considered changing my name to something altogether more rock'n'roll, but since I couldn't really think of anything, I gave up. The only other major pain is the dreadful keyboard the school has. Ouch. Only had one rehearsal so far, but more to come, and at least three gigs before I come home, all being well...

Anyway, not much else to say, really, except howdy.

Dom