A Day in the Life of a Middle School Band Director

While I've been incredibly productive and blogging quite a bit lately (THREE WHOLE TIMES!), my actual day job has been amazingly fun yet totally exhausting. Every day is an endless collection of crazy things that happen. I guess that's life with middle school kids though. So, just for fun, I present to you...

When I step out of the band hall to let the dry cleaner pick up our blazers...

When I ask beginner trumpets how many counts a half note gets...

 The trumpets' face when I finally have to use my serious teacher/mom voice on a kid...

 

"I don't have my instrument because..."

 

When checking the metronome to see our goal tempo...

 

"Great! You got the hang of dotted quarter notes! Let's count and clap this line..."

 

Wait, no we didn't understand.

When you're talking when I'm talking...

 

When you interrupt me with a totally irrelevant question in the middle of my lesson...

 

When I finally get home after a long day...

When no one is actually watching, so I conduct however I want...

When you keep your mouthpiece but switch horns with a kid so you can fix it while class is going on, and you play on it for a few minutes, then you empty the spit valve and the kid says, "Ew, that's my spit."

"Where are we?"

When teaching the beginning clarinets high C so they're better prepared for next year, but right now there's 14 kids playing a nasty high C...

"Okay, we're at the beginning. Measure 1. The very beginning. It starts with percussion. The rest of you have rests! Make sure you count them. Don't play on beat one! Okay, measure 1, here we go, beginning-two-three-four... *toot*"
 

When you're having an okay morning, but realize you forgot to submit grades, lesson plans, and update your class webpage, which were all due four hours ago...

When the flute players are getting sassy...

The Alto Saxes missed the F#... again...

 

When I pick up a students horn to fix it and get a whiff of the smell...

When a 7th grader asked me if I knew what Pokemon was, and I did the math, and I've played Pokemon longer than she's been alive.

When middle school boys try to look cool...

When the percussionists are juggling their sticks...

When I assign a chair test TOMORROW!!!

They FINALLY got that rhythm in Moscow, 1941...

When you get an parent email that says, "You do an amazing job! My kid loves band. Thank you for all you do!"