It is true that my last post to this blog was February 2015 - there sure was a lot of road to travel between there and February 2016. I will slowly begin to catch up as I have gotten back into blogging again and do see the value in it - really -
To be honest I just kind of existed from February through to the Spring. I teach a winter guard and our plan was to attend the TIA Championship in Wildwood, NJ. As a result we were working fairly hard to get our act together so we could compete. Though we did work hard, the young women in the group still found it difficult to really work hard and dedicated themselves. They did not take correction or direction all that well. We had some rather dramatic moments with the mental stability of some of the young ladies. One such incident, sadly lead to one of the young women quitting. Mental Illness is no joke. As we all know it affects a large percentage of America, but if we would lighten our culture a bit, it might go away. We make ourselves crazy. But I digress. We had a student quit the week before we were to go to Wildwood, leaving more problems. Though the show ended up being OK - it was in fact - OK. The only good thing about this trip was that they were not last in their group.
As the summer began, I was having trouble getting the girls to come to practice as I had done every summer previously. Many of the girls were now graduated and fending mostly for themselves or were seniors who needed to work to get money for college. It was discouraging, but I managed. As cliche' as it may sound, I finally left in God's Hands - if there was going to be a color guard, then there would be one and I would stop worrying about it until the time got closer. If there was not going to be one - we last two more years than I could have imagined.
I found myself - still in fairly fragile condition, and constantly worrying about falling. I was hired to work with a local high school band as a weapons (rifle) instructor. After a late start because of the application process- I began to work there.
Of course there is much more to the story, which I will relate in another post. Thanks for reading and again- I intend to keep this up again. I think it filled the need I had at the moment, but it is always good to write- as a former English teacher, one of my favorite parts of teaching was - the writing process. I thought I was pretty good at if I must say so! I also enjoyed teaching a course that I continued to develop over the years called Contemporary Man. Anyway - I sense rambling mode approaching so I will say my fair wells for now - Cheers!
To be honest I just kind of existed from February through to the Spring. I teach a winter guard and our plan was to attend the TIA Championship in Wildwood, NJ. As a result we were working fairly hard to get our act together so we could compete. Though we did work hard, the young women in the group still found it difficult to really work hard and dedicated themselves. They did not take correction or direction all that well. We had some rather dramatic moments with the mental stability of some of the young ladies. One such incident, sadly lead to one of the young women quitting. Mental Illness is no joke. As we all know it affects a large percentage of America, but if we would lighten our culture a bit, it might go away. We make ourselves crazy. But I digress. We had a student quit the week before we were to go to Wildwood, leaving more problems. Though the show ended up being OK - it was in fact - OK. The only good thing about this trip was that they were not last in their group.
As the summer began, I was having trouble getting the girls to come to practice as I had done every summer previously. Many of the girls were now graduated and fending mostly for themselves or were seniors who needed to work to get money for college. It was discouraging, but I managed. As cliche' as it may sound, I finally left in God's Hands - if there was going to be a color guard, then there would be one and I would stop worrying about it until the time got closer. If there was not going to be one - we last two more years than I could have imagined.
I found myself - still in fairly fragile condition, and constantly worrying about falling. I was hired to work with a local high school band as a weapons (rifle) instructor. After a late start because of the application process- I began to work there.
Of course there is much more to the story, which I will relate in another post. Thanks for reading and again- I intend to keep this up again. I think it filled the need I had at the moment, but it is always good to write- as a former English teacher, one of my favorite parts of teaching was - the writing process. I thought I was pretty good at if I must say so! I also enjoyed teaching a course that I continued to develop over the years called Contemporary Man. Anyway - I sense rambling mode approaching so I will say my fair wells for now - Cheers!
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