My violin students from the public school classes I teach had a concert last week. They surprised me by playing rather well all in all. I was a little annoyed with them for doing so well. After all, I had been becoming increasingly convinced that I might, well, discontinue this particular teaching job after this year. Once I saw those shining faces before me playing first-year staples like Ode to Joy and Frere Jacques, I felt a twinge of doubt.
Lots of people congratulated me and told me how grateful they were to have a strings program in the school now, and how much it meant to the students, and how wonderfully the violinists had played.
The twinge of doubt redoubled itself and was joined by a twinge of guilt.
Sigh. Decisions, decisions.
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