So Friday night was our first football game. I decided not to have the kids march, because we lost our Thursday rehearsal because of the weather. It wasn't fair to expect them to march a show on one rehearsal. So, we played on the track, turned around, and left. Tah-dah. And overall it wasn't bad. They didn't sound horrible, but they need to learn a little more about how to behave when in a public performance. That talking and goofing around is UNACCEPTABLE when you are performing.
I had a little cry-fest with my husband last night. I really, really, really didn't want to go to work Monday. And in some ways, I still don't. I'm so sick of the attitudes. I have this one student who needs to be strung up by her toes, no kidding. She has absolutely NO respect for authority; other teachers have said that they have had problems with her as well. I've been rehearsing in my head and to my cat what I want to say to her if she steps out of line again.
Along that vein, I HATE being a disciplinarian. HATE it. LOATHE it. Though I know it's necessary in order to prevent chaos, I just hate being the bad guy. I know I need to suck it up and deal and just do it. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.
I got to church half an hour early today (by accident) and had time to really center myself and say a whole rosary. It felt good to do.
Well, it's late. God, give me strength to face the week. At least there's a three-day weekend at the end of it.
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