Busy Friday - for the record...

 Had 6 students' classes on my schedule - scattered throughout the morning, afternoon and evening. Spent a lot of time reading and journaling in between... also, lepaking at Faith and playing with K.

K ~ spinning the coin for the umpteenth time

Today, I began lessons with my first boy student... ever. While I was a little unsure of how to begin (his lessons are rather atypical - he is more keen to learn keyboard, chords, pop music and band stuff... rather than classical piano), I thank God that the inspiration finally came in. Boy is rather introverted and serious-faced ~ made me ponder quite a bit on how to get him to talk. I tried. Well... looking on the bright side of things... at least I don't have to deal with a boisterous, rebellious teenager at this stage! Plus he's very obedient too. Let's see until when he will put up with me. :P

As for the rest of the classes... I sounded like a broken gramophone to myself. 

I kept hearing myself saying things like, "Hey... remember... E is on the first line... not in the first space" (regarding the notes on the treble clef); OR  "Aye, just now you played it right... isn't this note on the same line as the other note you just played?" OR "Please stop looking down at your fingers... look up here and read the notes... keep your hand still and just move the fingers..." OR "Please curve your fingers...it's much easier to play now, isn't it?" OR "Concentrate... don't be distracted..." OR "Very good... let's try again" OR "Ha ha ha..." 

What I didn't say was, "See... I told you so... you've got to practice!" ~ I think I might have said this one too many time. Today was just not too conducive for that line. 

I was also trying not strain my lower back - leaning over to "adjust" their fingers... again and again. 

I guess the repetitions must go on.

My students might have wanted to kill me. I don't blame them. I was getting tired of myself. But they should appreciate it... that I at least kept a bright smile plastered on my face and my voice amiable. Also, I wasn't trying to be perfect.

I should be thankful that the kids were nice and didn't spike my water (in the bottle) with um... broken colour pencils' lead. Really thankful. Hehe.

God is really training me to be patient. Thank You, Lord.

At the end of the day, their eager eyes, fascinated faces and excited little voices still managed to melt my heart. Awwww...