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Sunday
Jul032011

Out of the Office

During Sessions, I hover like a... blonde... hovering... thing, and this is pretty much not what I had in mind when I embarked upon the life of a mysterious solitary writer on a mental desert island

I try to spread the hovering equally between the beginners, the intermediates, and the advanced, because not only am I learning how to bust out a wicked toe-point on a chair step, I am also learning about the Drum Majors and the members of D-Row as they pass on what they have so painfully gained.  They quite literally use their batons as pointers.

You garner a great deal about a person when this goes on.  For example, when I teach a writing workshop, I make as many people as possible cry and run away on Day One because I pretty much get paid the same whether they're there or not, and the less papers I have to grade, the greater the chances I will see that morning's Card Sharks on same-day DVR delay. 

"You need to be more awesome right HERE": Josh Halter, Subdued Strut Guru

I didn't get to see Matt The Badass teach so much, but I assume a great deal of silent glaring was involved. Josh Halter The Supposedly Subdued is patient and thorough and Alex Who Talks Real Pretty is loquacious but encouraging (more on this later), and this says something about who they are as people and who they were as Drum Majors.  

As an English major and extreme band virgin, I am sprinting to catch up-- there is so much to learn, in so many arenas.  That's why I trail my Drum Majors, for I trail in every possible way in terms of information, experience, and wisdom.  Also coherency. 

It's a refinery once the upper levels are reached by the older high school students and the members of D-Row.  Jason spends much of his teaching time with them.  And he knows the weak spots, the jagged edges.

"You might want to move," he said to me as I stood off to JD Who Gots Game's right as he was working on a back bounce.  As I scurried behind him, silver metal crashed a few inches from where my feet had been. 

"What went wrong?" he asked when one of his potential replacements winced.

"I keep hitting myself."

"Then don't do that."

There followed an extended technical discussion, but really, that was the heart of it.  And there are times when I wish I could stand over my own students in the same way:  Move that word.  Shift the perspective a little to the right.  And you see the cliche here?...  Don't do that.

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