I love teaching

It's been ages since I've written. This is because of many things: trying to catch up in my schoolwork, my various extra-curricular stuff, but mostly EXAMEXAMEXAMEXAM! Ah the joys of not being ready for a grade ten violin exam.

Anyway, this is a piece of fresh air to lighten my often-gloomy thoughts. Right now I feel a strange burst of maternal joy because of a boy named Wade. Wade is a shy, freckled little kid who seems like he could be in grade five. He is, in fact, in grade seven, and this is his first year of taking violin. And he is blossoming.

I feel such a thrill to see the love in which he picks up the instrument. His mother says that he practices all time- she'll hear him play for fifteen minutes, go and do something else, then go back to the violin. She says that this happens three or four times a night. It makes me proud to see that the things that he reluctantly learned in music class come to life for him when he picks up the violin. He said that he's never taken any music before, that he couldn't remember anything, but all of a sudden, he's remembering, and he's applying what he's remembered to the instrument. He's sight-reading things almost perfectly!

He makes me proud to be a teacher, but also a player.