Sooooooo tired. Too tired to come up with the promised introductory blog. I teach my church's kid's choir and today was auditions. Thankfully, not quite all of the 60+ K-5th graders tried out for a part, but by golly we probably had a 75% turn out. Sigh. Lots of whinny parents, unprepared kiddos, and no dinner. Add that to an hour and a half rehearsal of now beyond fidgity children and you get a big need for a strong drink and soft bed.
I was socked in the nose tonight. Or at least in the nose of my pride. Our 60+ kids individually are all wonderful angels, but combined become the most disrespectful, loud, unfocused, devils I have ever had the misfortune or privilage to work with. So this year, I decided that if I was in control I had better take control. I made an extensive set of rules with a super brutal list of corrections if those rules weren't followed. I even made the kids memorize them. Last week the kids were so terrified in the face of my strict punishments that they behaved like perfect angels. I went home, gave an evil laugh, patted myself on the back, and said "Grace, you are finally going to turn this choir around!" Heh. Heh. Heh. Punch. My dear co-director and I were close to murder by the end of the night. Scared of us, the kids are not. Sigh. Kind of defeats the purpose of a semester long four strike discipline plan if they get all four strikes in one night. I think I will hide under the covers until I have to emerge next week for the next round. We will see who wins. I might have scored the last two weeks, but tonight it felt like the monsters might have scored 10 points each.
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