Survival rates are low

Monday, I took some kids to honor band. Which means I got to drive a bus again. Every mom who dropped her kid off said to me "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Um... yes. Thank you.

The kids did great! I sat and had a productive meeting with another director who has been around for a while a learned a lot. When I say a lot, I mean we talked for an hour and I was taking notes and didn't even get everything I wanted to ask answered. I learned that Colorado does not do marches at festivals. No. Marches are evil. I guess this means that Karl King is out. I also learned that I should play whatever my kids are best at. If that means playing Extreme and Come to the Zoo, so be it. Apparently Grainger and Nelhybel and Grundman are out, also. I am making them play Festivo, which they hate, HATE. They need it. It's reinforcing what I'm trying to teach as far as counting goes. I'm also thinking of hosting Solo and Ensemble festival next year... which would be a huge undertaking, but worth it, I think. He has done it for 12 years and understandably would like a break.

I had 5/9 kids make it into honor choir. They are excited and I need to actually order some choir music for them. I also just remembered I needed to get music for music grams for Valentines day. Joy of joys.

My fourth grade class is trying my sanity. Seriously. It has reached the point where I don't think they can handle drums or recorders and they are so angry. They told me today that if I don't do it, their classroom teacher will teach them. Good. I don't believe it. I also got a lot of "I'm taking my oatmeal container back." Whoopee doo, kids. Go for it. They hit, they kick,they scream and yell and I WILL NOT talk over them. I'm not giving them drumsticks to beat each other with. I am not giving them recorders to make more noise when they can't control their voices. *sigh*

I'm exhausted. I hate coming home and feeling like I should work some more. Because I don't do enough already.