6.04.2013

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood...

(This post was saved as a draft a few months ago, as I apparently never posted it. So, you get two today!)

As marching season comes to a close, I am reminded why I continue to do this. I love teaching almost as much (if not more) than performing. I have a vision for these kids, and a way to make it happen.

I sat down with the director and the assistant director this weekend and hashed out next year's show. Being the literary nerd that I am, I had the brilliant idea to base the show on the Frost poem, "The Road Not Taken." We have so many ideas about how to relate this story to life, how to represent it in music, and how to make the kids really get into it. Even if they hate it... I love it. I love this part of my job.

We're using a narrator, and a giant book that the guard will jump out of, to bring the written word and the visual imagery together.

Videos will be posted, if I manage to get some this season. I have been excited about a marching show yet at Northwest, and this one has finally managed to change my mind.


Student Teaching Looms Ever Closer

I'm a semester away from a 90 hour practicum, and less than a year away from student teaching (the university calls it a fancy name: apprentice teaching).

I'm starting to freak out, just a wee bit.

Post-undergrad was so easy for me. I already had a job. Not in my field, mind you, but a full time job. Then, I got ANOTHER full-time job, that was more grown-up and real.

Post-grad will mean... finding a teaching position. A real, live one in front of students, who are expecting my answers to be thoughtful and correct, and I'm expected to be engaging and thought-provoking, while still preparing 100 some odd students for a standardized test that I don't agree with.

I feel like that's... a lot of pressure.

In other news, though, I'm starting my third year at Northwest. We're trying something new this season, where the girls are writing their own rules and expectations, and developing their own consequences. Sure, it's a page out of my education text books, but I feel like the same theory of autonomy applies, no?

Also, dating.

Dating is hard. And it sucks. And it's frustrating. But there is something so wonderful about finding someone you have a connection with and starting something new. Until they don't call you for 5 days... then it just becomes frustrating again.

Men, can you explain? I've read blogs, and dating articles, and all sorts of literature on the male mind, and I just don't get it. Is that "3-day rule" still applicable, even now, in the days where text messages are mostly free and take 3 seconds? Do men still really want a woman they can "chase?" I thought we were moving into the era of women being confident sexual beings, willing to make the first move and pick up the tab. I thought men LIKED that, now?

In any case, I'm excited about the prospects of this one. It could turn into something awesome, down the road. For now... I'm just enjoying the adventure, as always.