This was my first time coming back to school after a break. Well, as a teacher at least. I and one of the other music teachers were a little apprehensive. I had made my lesson plans after the last class, and they were based on where we had left off. Perhaps they were a little optimistic. How much have my students really learned? Would they remember anything? And what mood would they me in? Would I remember how to speak to them in clear directions, to hand out points?
But we all did really well. Most of them didn't really practice but somehow they still remembered Hot Cross Buns and some of Bile Them Cabbage Down and Twinkle is progressing. Fingers seemed to find the tapes fairly well, bodies seemed to find the cellos. Maybe we are learning more in the mayhem than I think we are.
There are still some big hurdles to step over, but I'm finding better footing in the way I need to speak, finding more trust in letting the students lead. It seems we are getting more good days, but I'm still far from fluent.
It was good to have the break. I think it was helpful for all of us. Maybe we can find more ways to find moments of respite in general.
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