| I REALLY need to get this out! (repeat for facebook people) |
[Sep. 11th, 2007|08:20 pm] |
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Music is everything. The blood that runs through my body, the only constant in an ever-changing world. Today, more than ever, I regret not going for my real dream. So I'd be poor. Fighting for notariety. OH WELL! What does that matter if this misery inside won't stop? I should be one of the happiest people in the world. I have a husband that loves and supports me, friends that will love me no matter what stupid thing I do next, a great career, a place to live, and a vehicle that I LOVE to drive. But still...I need something more. I vowed I'd teach flute lessons this year to fill the void. I only have one student and that's a maybe. The Sierra Vista community Choir meets in the middle of the morning. I work!! The community college band meets on the night I have my reading intervention class. I feel as though I've chosen a path, and now I can't go back and choose the other fork in the road. I do use music in my classroom, believe me. But I can't do it at the level I would like. In the words of my principal "We have to worry about achievement scores first." THIS...is why I'm frustrated with education. What kind of a disservice are we doing to our children?? Sure, reading and math instruction need to be top notch. But what the hell? Why do they not need to be well-rounded individuals? Last time I checked, the state of Arizona has standards for art and music also. I have kids in my class who are struggling readers, but if you ask them to retell a story though art, they draw amazing things that have every element of the story in them. You can use that to build their comprehension and build their interest! Still other children in my class LIVE for the day when music is their special. I really don't get it. What happened to everything I learned in college about balanced education and differentiated instruction? Was that a lie?? You ask me to cater to the needs of the child..yet don't give me the tools. You ask me to lift them up and give them wings to fly, but tie my hands. I really don't know how much longer I can live with this. If I didn't have a husband and goals, I'd quit, complete my Mary Kay business, teach flute, and train my voice. In a few years' time, I could be in a production on ( or off) Broadway communicating to people in a way that I am most comfortable. Luciano Pavarotti was a school teacher for two years. He only had formal voice training for six. Who left this life known as the last great voice in Italian Opera? Yep, he did. Why does it need to be too late for me? I'm not trying to compare myself to a man whose talent was limitless, but what I'm saying is if you really want it, what stops a person from making it happen?? |
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