Saturday, September 26, 2009

I’ve rarely had substitutes come into classes I’ve been in. Actually, I honestly only remembered one before last Friday. But not only was there a sub for my class, I was a sub for someone else’s class.

The regular director for both the hand bell class and the choir classes was out of town. As I’ve played bells before and didn’t happen to be in this class, I suppose somehow I was a logical person to ask to sub. I (reluctantly) agreed.


Well, to start out with, the overall director of the program greeted me with the question “Are you a fearless leader?” ugh…. A leader, though I don’t know about the fearless part.


Two kids were already there, trying to figure out which books went where. Then we had to figure out which bells went where. The music I was given the week before was blank, no bell assignments, no notes, ect. Thanks, Dusten.


(To simplify matters, and because I’ve forgotten which names go with which kid’s face, I’ll just call them K1, K2, and so on in the order that they ring.)


K8 entered the room, fully confident of my directing abilities. His first question was, “What are your credentials?” I played bells in a church hand bell choir for about 4 years and played under last year’s director for a year and a half. Anything else you want to know? “Your social security number.” I don’t give out that information. “That’s ok, I don’t even know mine,” with a satisfied smirk on his face. His second important question: “Where’s my candy?” I don’t know. "Where is it? You’re supposed to have it.” I’m sorry, not today.


K1 didn’t pay attention; K2 just started the week or so before. K4 kept talking to K5, K6 needed constant explanation. (Thanks K7!!!!) Two of K9’s bells were broken. Was I supposed to have K9 just play the bells or not??


In the midst of explaining a rhythm and which bells got played when, K4 said, “We can play it much better when Mr. Dusten’s here.” I’m sorry, I can’t fix that. “We get through the WHOLE song with Mr. Dusten.” If everyone would pay attention, we could get more done! (And no, I didn’t say this, though I sure wanted to.) “I don’t want to be in this class.” I’m sorry, that’s not my problem. At which point K8 chimes in with, “You know, patience is a virtue.” Yes, I know that. This is one virtue I’m currently working on.


Well, we got the first 12 measures sounding like a song. Then K3 said, “Its 11:14 and 35 seconds!!” Ok, get the cloths, clean up the bells and put them away. The clean up and set up for the next class went the smoothest out of anything else we attempted.


A few minutes later I got a call from the director. “How did it go?” It went. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I then related the events of the class, and the fact that we only got to measure 12 with it sounding remotely like a song. “Did anyone cry?” Of course I wouldn’t make anyone cry! One looked like she wanted to though… “Well, then you made progress. That was the first rehearsal that no one ended up in tears over.” Great, I made some progress.

Needless to say, I was extra nice to the choir director sub.

(UPDATE: Yesterday (the next rehearsal with the normal bells director) apparently went really well. “Did you yell at the kids or something? They sounded a lot better. No, I didn’t yell!)

5 comments:

Daniel said...

hehehehe, i feel sorry for you, say no next time.. :-p its sounds like a normal rehearsal lol

Kristen L. said...

Oh, that stinks, but it sounds like you kept in control. Good job!!! I'm proud of you :D

Zac said...

Well I bet you wished you could send one of them to "wisdom walk" a couple of time. LOL

Just kidding. I Would think it went smoother than CMT, no?

Katie said...

Great story Leah. Wow what an experience.
I know how easy it is to loose patience with kids who don't seem to really care. I don't have a lot of patience, I'm trying to work on that.
If you think of it positively nobody cried! :)
~Katie

Moriah said...

Great job Leah! I went through a hand bells class once and I understand were your coming from. Nice one, Zac.

I’ve rarely had substitutes come into classes I’ve been in. Actually, I honestly only remembered one before last Friday. But not only was there a sub for my class, I was a sub for someone else’s class.

The regular director for both the hand bell class and the choir classes was out of town. As I’ve played bells before and didn’t happen to be in this class, I suppose somehow I was a logical person to ask to sub. I (reluctantly) agreed.


Well, to start out with, the overall director of the program greeted me with the question “Are you a fearless leader?” ugh…. A leader, though I don’t know about the fearless part.


Two kids were already there, trying to figure out which books went where. Then we had to figure out which bells went where. The music I was given the week before was blank, no bell assignments, no notes, ect. Thanks, Dusten.


(To simplify matters, and because I’ve forgotten which names go with which kid’s face, I’ll just call them K1, K2, and so on in the order that they ring.)


K8 entered the room, fully confident of my directing abilities. His first question was, “What are your credentials?” I played bells in a church hand bell choir for about 4 years and played under last year’s director for a year and a half. Anything else you want to know? “Your social security number.” I don’t give out that information. “That’s ok, I don’t even know mine,” with a satisfied smirk on his face. His second important question: “Where’s my candy?” I don’t know. "Where is it? You’re supposed to have it.” I’m sorry, not today.


K1 didn’t pay attention; K2 just started the week or so before. K4 kept talking to K5, K6 needed constant explanation. (Thanks K7!!!!) Two of K9’s bells were broken. Was I supposed to have K9 just play the bells or not??


In the midst of explaining a rhythm and which bells got played when, K4 said, “We can play it much better when Mr. Dusten’s here.” I’m sorry, I can’t fix that. “We get through the WHOLE song with Mr. Dusten.” If everyone would pay attention, we could get more done! (And no, I didn’t say this, though I sure wanted to.) “I don’t want to be in this class.” I’m sorry, that’s not my problem. At which point K8 chimes in with, “You know, patience is a virtue.” Yes, I know that. This is one virtue I’m currently working on.


Well, we got the first 12 measures sounding like a song. Then K3 said, “Its 11:14 and 35 seconds!!” Ok, get the cloths, clean up the bells and put them away. The clean up and set up for the next class went the smoothest out of anything else we attempted.


A few minutes later I got a call from the director. “How did it go?” It went. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I then related the events of the class, and the fact that we only got to measure 12 with it sounding remotely like a song. “Did anyone cry?” Of course I wouldn’t make anyone cry! One looked like she wanted to though… “Well, then you made progress. That was the first rehearsal that no one ended up in tears over.” Great, I made some progress.

Needless to say, I was extra nice to the choir director sub.

(UPDATE: Yesterday (the next rehearsal with the normal bells director) apparently went really well. “Did you yell at the kids or something? They sounded a lot better. No, I didn’t yell!)

5 comments:

  1. hehehehe, i feel sorry for you, say no next time.. :-p its sounds like a normal rehearsal lol

     
  2. Oh, that stinks, but it sounds like you kept in control. Good job!!! I'm proud of you :D

     
  3. Well I bet you wished you could send one of them to "wisdom walk" a couple of time. LOL

    Just kidding. I Would think it went smoother than CMT, no?

     
  4. Great story Leah. Wow what an experience.
    I know how easy it is to loose patience with kids who don't seem to really care. I don't have a lot of patience, I'm trying to work on that.
    If you think of it positively nobody cried! :)
    ~Katie

     
  5. Great job Leah! I went through a hand bells class once and I understand were your coming from. Nice one, Zac.

     
 

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