Made Me Cry
I know it's hard to believe, but sometimes, just sometimes, I am a bit of a pushover. I know, say it isn't so, but it's true. Take tonight, for instance.
We had a concert at school. Actually, it was at a local church, as it has much better acoustics than our auditorium, and gosh darn it, it's just got that whole "religion" thing hanging all over it. Music and guilt - what's not to love? So, we had our annual (and sometimes ironically named) "Great Works Concert" in which the orchestra accompanies the choir on a piece of big ol' (read: undead composer boy) piece of music. This year it was a Schubert Mass.
But it was the stuff AFTER the choral piece that was where I lost my heart. I love my job. I love the kids I teach, and when I get a chance to showcase their talent, I do it without any kind of apologies. My kids kick ass, and I'll tell the whole world if given a chance. And tonight, not only did they kick major tuckus, they also made me cry. And it was that good kind of cry. That "we're really, REALLY making music here" sort of cry. It hit me about 30 seconds into a new piece we commissioned. It was this wonderful, over-the-top rush of emotion that made my eyes well up. I had to think about dead puppies for a second so I didn't lose it.
Man, I love moments like that. Those too-good-to-believe kind of moments that make me remember why I got into teaching in the first place.
Sorry, this post isn't about cycling or random road rage stuff, but I had to share. I was just so proud.
Wish you could've been there to share it with me,
Jeffrey
We had a concert at school. Actually, it was at a local church, as it has much better acoustics than our auditorium, and gosh darn it, it's just got that whole "religion" thing hanging all over it. Music and guilt - what's not to love? So, we had our annual (and sometimes ironically named) "Great Works Concert" in which the orchestra accompanies the choir on a piece of big ol' (read: undead composer boy) piece of music. This year it was a Schubert Mass.
But it was the stuff AFTER the choral piece that was where I lost my heart. I love my job. I love the kids I teach, and when I get a chance to showcase their talent, I do it without any kind of apologies. My kids kick ass, and I'll tell the whole world if given a chance. And tonight, not only did they kick major tuckus, they also made me cry. And it was that good kind of cry. That "we're really, REALLY making music here" sort of cry. It hit me about 30 seconds into a new piece we commissioned. It was this wonderful, over-the-top rush of emotion that made my eyes well up. I had to think about dead puppies for a second so I didn't lose it.
Man, I love moments like that. Those too-good-to-believe kind of moments that make me remember why I got into teaching in the first place.
Sorry, this post isn't about cycling or random road rage stuff, but I had to share. I was just so proud.
Wish you could've been there to share it with me,
Jeffrey
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