Back from Band Camp. Two weeks full of TONS of teaching, playing (musically and in the fun sense) and plenty of positive and negative stress to go around.
I miss it so. damn. much. The last day was so surreal... I didn't know how to feel.
For all the crap I sling at my little brother, I am very grateful to have him and his dorky friends in my life. If it weren't for them, I'd have no idea how to make middle schoolers think I'm the coolest person ever (or pretty darn close). My clarinet playing may not be the best, and I am most certainly growing as a teacher and not the best of the bunch, but hot damn, kids love me- and I love them. I don't