Wow! I just subbed a class more harrowing than welding…fourth grade band. You know: the year they typically get their first instrument of choice. Considering how much they learn by spring, it might not be as risky to sub later in the year; however, the second month of school is not a sane idea. Of all the classes, they were the most eager to actually practice with their instruments. Others brought homework to work on or divided into sections and practiced rhythms and theory, both relatively quiet functions. NOT so the beginners. Although they, too, divided into sections, each section in a different room, the noise was deafening. Not music, by any stretch of the imagination. Noise. They knew a couple notes, but not in any recognizably melodic pattern. And I must particularly take care to mention that the drums and the saxophone were especially pulsating amid the other squawks and warbles. Not a flute in the bunch either. How’s that for ironic? Seventeen fledgling musicians sounded like fifty. It was a lo-o-o-ng half hour.
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