Mrs. D and her family extended their weekend from 3 (we have Monday off) days to 4 and took today off for a short trip. So I was on my own again today (with a sub).
I did a little bit of work with the HS Choir. I warmed them up with one exercise that Mrs. D uses and then one that my college director uses. I used the vowel-shaping focus of the second one to transition into working with the choir on a unison melody in a song (with a focus on vowels). I have to give credit to many members of the choir, they were focused and intent on hearing me and trying to learn, but there was also still a lot of trouble from that notorious group of girls I've spoken of before. There was also an expected hurdle that it seems will take more time to overcome even with the students who want to do well; they're just not used to my style of directing (one which isn't at all solidified anyway). Compared to Mrs. D, I'm rather dry and serious — intently focused on what I want to teach. This was evident during that second warm-up activity; it required following some conducting while singing a new thing, so their sound was very timid and unsure. The same sort of sound was all I could get during the song rehearsal too since my use of the piano is different than Mrs. D's. I did also identify a hurdle for myself to overcome; I can't yet digest all of the actions, sounds, and attention of so many students at once, so it's really difficult to adapt my teaching because with so many students responding/acting in so many different ways. I feel removed and alone.
Today was school colors day at the HS and hat day at the MS. I wore a cool tie and a fedora. Sorry, no picture.
I somehow managed to get to the same point in the movie at the end each of the 3 GM classes. That will make Tuesday easy.
There was a tricky incident today. Just as students were arriving for a GM class, a girl stormed out of the room and a [rather excitable] boy followed her in haste. I did too, and the girl told me she was going to the office to report the boy for being a persistent pest (my words, not hers). The boy just about threw a fit (and did throw his hat), so I took them both aside, got their stories (the boy keeps bugging the girl even when she asks him to stop), made the boy apologize and understand that the real apology is in not continuing that behavior, but I left it open for the girl to go to the office. Fortunately, she chose not to after the apology. I felt like I was teaching elementary kids how to resolve a problem, but I'm concluding that 7th grade is about when I get to tell them that I expect them to be able to come to their own resolutions, but when they still won't get it right every time.
Nacht und Träume (Franz Schubert) - Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau