As I sit here in IHOP, listening to Stevie Wonder’s “Make sure you’re sure,” I am reminded that I have a bedtime. It took me all day to settle myself enough to write. It’s currently 21:52 and I’ll try to make this quick (yea, right). I do have school in the morning! In case you’re wondering: The above photo was taken when I was working the AT&T Classic for a friend about a week ago.
The third week of school has already passed, and I must confess: I will miss my students. (So what if I may have a tinge of separation anxiety. Don’t judge me! LOL) I’ve determined that the major difference between elementary and middle school is that I will only have my students for three years. That’s it. Three years to mold them into some of the best, trained singers they can be. Three years to share with them the joy and freedom of singing. I have to make every moment count. I can’t become complacent with much of anything.
Singing is truly the vehicle towards a better student. I believe that one of my assignments here on Earth is to help students become more “free”, through singing. My students endure so much before they come to my classroom. I would just like to hug the pain away. My vision this school year is for my room to be a safe environment for students to let go of everything that has weighed them down…..and SING!
My kids (students) should know that it’s okay to be themselves. It is then, and only then that the students will be able to sing with freedom. Today’s adolescent goes through so much, more than I have, when I was their age. They are beginning to develop adult feelings, while still being trapped in a child’s body. I remind them that they are still children, and must enjoy this time while they can. In particular, I tell them to be present, and live in the moment (I remind myself of this too). I just believe that it’s tough for them to sing when they have so many things on their minds: all at once. It is quite an overwhelming barrier to deconstruct, but I will do it. I have to.
As their teacher, I owe them the very best of me. I must try, and try harder. When I fail at something, as I’m sure that I will, I cannot stop. I will get up again, and again, until I get it right: for their sakes. I hope that they are able to feel that I love them, more than words can ever say. My work ethic must scream that. My daily interactions with them must convey that.
So what does this picture have to do with anything? I’ll tell you: This stadium represents my vision. Yes, it’s still large, but it has a fixed capacity. I’m just starting to hone in on what it is I’m supposed to be doing.
And with that, I must say, that my vision is becoming clearer. Stay tuned, because there’s more to come.
Until Next Time…
Love & Peace.
-Herbie a.k.a. Mr. Brown