i have my youngest student (6) and my oldest student (76) on fridays..
its a nice challenge to jump from one age group to another..
with me smack dab in the middle
rather fun.. music bridges the age gap.. we all share a common love
singing
the six year old sings as loud and long as she can. like a little bird, with a twinkle in her eye.. always ready for mischief.. cant keep her hands to herself and tries accompanying on the piano while she sings.
ahem. hands down. take a step back from the piano, bianca. please try and pay attention, now. thank you.
the seventy-six year old sings as loud as he can. like an overgrown bird, with a twinkle in his eye.. always ready for mischief.. cant keep his hands off the piano either.
ahem. charlie. i know you are really into this piece, but please take a step back from the piano and concentrate. thank you.
the challenge is patience.. balancing structure with fun. every day my hope is that i may achieve this balance with each student.. so that they may grow through diligent work to learn the joy of mastering their instrument. it is fulfilling. it is worthwhile. it is a gift.
each student a blessing.
i proudly pass this knowledge on to the next person willing to accept it.
Friday, February 17, 2012
{[ Ghost Story ]}
(Based on a true story in my life)
It was a night like any other with that group of friends some ten years ago.
Just a group of wild teen kids riding around on a back country road being
dareless drinking, driving, and smokin. She was always the old ball of the
group. Never quiet fit in. Would take a sip here or there but was more fond
of just the cold air breeze coming in threw the window of the car. Cigerette
smoke choaking her up from the front seat friends. Her heart pounded in
her chest as she slipped the seat belt over her waist. Cars..she never was
fond of them.
Josh was sitting there beside her half passed out..his fingers slowly worming
there way tward her leg. She was quick to slap his hand away. Drunkin stuper
snapped back at her as she riggled in her seat. "Fkin bishh." "Hey Michelle..
go thata way." Holding his beer out of the window pointing to the left. All the
while she really just wanted to go home..away from this..and him. He was a
horrible person. Thought he was gods gift on earth. She remembered that time
when he made a friend of his get down on his knees infront of everyone and kiss
his feet..he thought he was royalty just because he was from England.
Hands crossed tightly across her chest with eyes tight shut he kept on..bothering
her. She thought to herself she shouldn't had even came. Car racing faster around
dark and twisted road till it came to the left. Michelle turing her head looking off
into the distance instead of straight ahead like she should. Then there it was..
Michelle floored the breaks. A noose...just floating in the center of the road. Sudden
chills rushed down her body as she slipped down in the seat to look past the front
seats of the car. "Is that..a..?" Michelle answered before she could even finish the
sentence. "Uhuh."
It wasn't possible. She didn't believe in that silly nonsence. She closed her eyes and
reopened them again with a quick blink. It still..there. Just..floating in the center of
the road at three o' clock in the morning. "Leavee..leave Michelle. This is just
creeping me the fk out." Quickly Michelle grabbed her drink and took a swig, shivering
while the harsh shot rushed down her throat. Car back in gear she took a quick right
into a lone farm house driveway. A slow rush of sighs letting out from breath as Michelle
backed up turning the car back tward home.
She quickly tilted her head forward to see if they were going to pass the possible
halutiation up. Looking all around not seeing it anymore. "Wha..?" Was it all just
a drunken stuper..or was it real." Guess she will never know.
-Fin-
It was a night like any other with that group of friends some ten years ago.
Just a group of wild teen kids riding around on a back country road being
dareless drinking, driving, and smokin. She was always the old ball of the
group. Never quiet fit in. Would take a sip here or there but was more fond
of just the cold air breeze coming in threw the window of the car. Cigerette
smoke choaking her up from the front seat friends. Her heart pounded in
her chest as she slipped the seat belt over her waist. Cars..she never was
fond of them.
Josh was sitting there beside her half passed out..his fingers slowly worming
there way tward her leg. She was quick to slap his hand away. Drunkin stuper
snapped back at her as she riggled in her seat. "Fkin bishh." "Hey Michelle..
go thata way." Holding his beer out of the window pointing to the left. All the
while she really just wanted to go home..away from this..and him. He was a
horrible person. Thought he was gods gift on earth. She remembered that time
when he made a friend of his get down on his knees infront of everyone and kiss
his feet..he thought he was royalty just because he was from England.
Hands crossed tightly across her chest with eyes tight shut he kept on..bothering
her. She thought to herself she shouldn't had even came. Car racing faster around
dark and twisted road till it came to the left. Michelle turing her head looking off
into the distance instead of straight ahead like she should. Then there it was..
Michelle floored the breaks. A noose...just floating in the center of the road. Sudden
chills rushed down her body as she slipped down in the seat to look past the front
seats of the car. "Is that..a..?" Michelle answered before she could even finish the
sentence. "Uhuh."
It wasn't possible. She didn't believe in that silly nonsence. She closed her eyes and
reopened them again with a quick blink. It still..there. Just..floating in the center of
the road at three o' clock in the morning. "Leavee..leave Michelle. This is just
creeping me the fk out." Quickly Michelle grabbed her drink and took a swig, shivering
while the harsh shot rushed down her throat. Car back in gear she took a quick right
into a lone farm house driveway. A slow rush of sighs letting out from breath as Michelle
backed up turning the car back tward home.
She quickly tilted her head forward to see if they were going to pass the possible
halutiation up. Looking all around not seeing it anymore. "Wha..?" Was it all just
a drunken stuper..or was it real." Guess she will never know.
-Fin-
{[ Farewell Great Friend ]}
We all..are loosing a great friend on Wed.
A friend that makes us laugh and giggle
When he draws black hair first..
A person we all have known to stay
up late at night just to see his waving little
arms.
I will never forget the way..we played
draw my thing.
Jukun Sia....our friend.
A guy that I have came to care for
and joke and tease with.
Even tried to draw as he. There is no way.
He is unique in his own special way.
Drawing, music, and pool his has mastered,
and now to be sent away...
I'll really miss him..calling me "MMOOMM!!"
Farewell J Zai..
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A friend that makes us laugh and giggle
When he draws black hair first..
A person we all have known to stay
up late at night just to see his waving little
arms.
I will never forget the way..we played
draw my thing.
Jukun Sia....our friend.
A guy that I have came to care for
and joke and tease with.
Even tried to draw as he. There is no way.
He is unique in his own special way.
Drawing, music, and pool his has mastered,
and now to be sent away...
I'll really miss him..calling me "MMOOMM!!"
Farewell J Zai..
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Oh my friend you’ll leave me soon, Words might not be enough to tell you We’ve shared many unforgettable moments &every day was full of fun and enjoyment You laughter your talk and smiles Always lifted my spirits high Was always there till the end As time will pass & we will all be a apart From my heart your memories would never depart I’ll miss my friend who always was there for me I’ll miss my friend who always cared for me But hope our friendship will tie us together Wherever you will go, I'll miss you to no end With hopes and dreams your making your new life A thankful heart and a wishful friend is here to see you take flight I’ll Miss You! |
68
1987 gold tone isuzu trooper
16 year old kid in the driver's seat all smiles.. rarin' to go
41 year old woman in the passenger seat.. cool, calm, serene
43 year old man in the back.. looking rather nervous and tousled
sitting at the stop sign .. clark road meets the infamous 68
looks clear.. the kid puts her in first and eases up on the clutch, balancing between clutch and accelerator.. jerk.. jerk.. j..j..j..erk.. pop.. stop..
a highway in the middle of cornfields, so deceptively quiet looking.. and there they sat.
'holy shit..'
'JESUS CHRIST!! CARS COMING!!! CARS!!!
GET THIS F*CKING CAR STARTED!!!
GOOOOOO!!!!'
the white birthmark on the man's forehead starting to show as he turned redder and redder..
'relax, dear, you are making him nervous'
the kid quickly presses the clutch to the floor, starts the car, and eases into first..
haltingly jerking across the major highway.. just in time to feel the whoooooooooosh of passing traffic.
my dad never volunteered to help teach me to drive ever again..
16 year old kid in the driver's seat all smiles.. rarin' to go
41 year old woman in the passenger seat.. cool, calm, serene
43 year old man in the back.. looking rather nervous and tousled
sitting at the stop sign .. clark road meets the infamous 68
looks clear.. the kid puts her in first and eases up on the clutch, balancing between clutch and accelerator.. jerk.. jerk.. j..j..j..erk.. pop.. stop..
a highway in the middle of cornfields, so deceptively quiet looking.. and there they sat.
'holy shit..'
'JESUS CHRIST!! CARS COMING!!! CARS!!!
GET THIS F*CKING CAR STARTED!!!
GOOOOOO!!!!'
the white birthmark on the man's forehead starting to show as he turned redder and redder..
'relax, dear, you are making him nervous'
the kid quickly presses the clutch to the floor, starts the car, and eases into first..
haltingly jerking across the major highway.. just in time to feel the whoooooooooosh of passing traffic.
my dad never volunteered to help teach me to drive ever again..
Teaching Rosie To Drive
It was a lovely day in January in 1973 on a side road down in Florida on our honeymoon, when I looked over at my new husband and said, "Teach me to drive. " I didn't really mean that very minute, but he pulls over to a driveway and swaps seats with me.
Our 1958 multicolored camper van screamed hippie to the world. It didn't have front seats, we had laid plywood across the span and made a bench seat out of old couch cushions. It was only 6 volts, so you could use the headlights or the windshield wipers but not both at the same time. In the dark, you had to pull over if it was raining. In slow speeds, it didn't put out enough heat to keep you warm, so we had used sleeping bags in the freak storm that had hit the East coast. On our way down from Boston, I had resorted to reaching out and breaking ice from the windshield by hand while we were driving. I don't think I would do that now...
So there we were on a side road, with Danny going over a shifting pattern. First is forward, Second is back, Third is over the hump to the right, and Fourth?
"NO NO NO. Don't do that!" he screamed as I put it into Reverse from Third. The car shuddered and squealed and so did he.
Okay okay. Sorry , sorry!
Again. we are in the middle of the lightly traveled road. First gear. Driving... faster, Second Gear. A car swerves around us. Go FASTER! Third gear, got the foot work going good. no grinding. ...
Go on. Faster. This is a road... Go. GO. Sweaty hands pull back into Fourth.
"NO NO NO. Don't do that!" he screamed as I put it AGAIN into Reverse from Third. The car shuddered and squealed and so did he, only this time the car stopped shaking before he did.
Okay, Okay. I said, I'm turning OFF. And I put the car back into First. Second... Third.
We are going 35 miles an hour.. getting time to shift again. I'm staying in Third. Sorry.
"You can't stay in Third, there are cars on this road."
"Then I'm turning off. "
"Okay Turn Here. Slow Down. Not that fast. OMG Not that fast!" He's flying around on the bench seat. I'm fine. He slides back to his side.
Downshift! Downshift! Slow down slow Down.. There's a little bridge ahead, it fords a canal. One lane, no sides, "OMG slow down."
I fly over the bridge, triumphant, Takes some air on the other side where it dips down.
He reaches over and pulls the Parking Brake. We collapse forward right in the middle of the road.
"I thought you said it was unsafe to stop here."
Let me drive!
Fine!
Fine!
Our 1958 multicolored camper van screamed hippie to the world. It didn't have front seats, we had laid plywood across the span and made a bench seat out of old couch cushions. It was only 6 volts, so you could use the headlights or the windshield wipers but not both at the same time. In the dark, you had to pull over if it was raining. In slow speeds, it didn't put out enough heat to keep you warm, so we had used sleeping bags in the freak storm that had hit the East coast. On our way down from Boston, I had resorted to reaching out and breaking ice from the windshield by hand while we were driving. I don't think I would do that now...
So there we were on a side road, with Danny going over a shifting pattern. First is forward, Second is back, Third is over the hump to the right, and Fourth?
"NO NO NO. Don't do that!" he screamed as I put it into Reverse from Third. The car shuddered and squealed and so did he.
Okay okay. Sorry , sorry!
Again. we are in the middle of the lightly traveled road. First gear. Driving... faster, Second Gear. A car swerves around us. Go FASTER! Third gear, got the foot work going good. no grinding. ...
Go on. Faster. This is a road... Go. GO. Sweaty hands pull back into Fourth.
"NO NO NO. Don't do that!" he screamed as I put it AGAIN into Reverse from Third. The car shuddered and squealed and so did he, only this time the car stopped shaking before he did.
Okay, Okay. I said, I'm turning OFF. And I put the car back into First. Second... Third.
We are going 35 miles an hour.. getting time to shift again. I'm staying in Third. Sorry.
"You can't stay in Third, there are cars on this road."
"Then I'm turning off. "
"Okay Turn Here. Slow Down. Not that fast. OMG Not that fast!" He's flying around on the bench seat. I'm fine. He slides back to his side.
Downshift! Downshift! Slow down slow Down.. There's a little bridge ahead, it fords a canal. One lane, no sides, "OMG slow down."
I fly over the bridge, triumphant, Takes some air on the other side where it dips down.
He reaches over and pulls the Parking Brake. We collapse forward right in the middle of the road.
"I thought you said it was unsafe to stop here."
Let me drive!
Fine!
Fine!
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