Another school year has begun, and I can hardly believe I've been teaching 10 years. It gets harder each year, however, though you'd think the opposite to be true. I sometimes laugh to myself that I studied counterpoint, took several language diction classes, 4 years of theory and history to say everyday, "If the notes go up, sing higher. If they go down, sing lower." Literally, it has come to that.
I do love teaching music, however, and don't think I could stomach another topic, or teaching kids who don't want to be in my room. If only they sang in tune more consistenly, it would sound more like music, and less like abuse.
I forsee many changes in my near future regarding my life, and I don't quite know which direction to take. This year is about letting go, and seeing what my heart finds. It's terrifying, but I'm looking forward to making major changes.
