Anacrusafixion

is what happens when your students consistently mess up the anacrusis. I'm sitting here all day at honor band. They're doing pretty well, and I'm always amazed at how interesting my students are. I'm not saying they are boring, because they certainly aren't. Today's 4:30 am topics included: The crusades, the current affairs/child soldiers in Africa and why the US "isn't doing anything", space, hunting regulations and pheasants. It was decided that the next pheasant we saw, we would pull over and one of them would jump out and tackle it. Then, one of the other kids said we should put washable chalk on the side that says "Meat Wagon" and tomorrow morning we should go pheasant hunting before we leave, except do it in the most hilarious way possible (with spears and nets and rock grenades, making a big show of attempting to bag us a pheasant). Oh, kids. How humorous you are.
The music directors husband is a trumpet professor at a pretty big university far from here. He is a very stereotypical trumpet player, making it very known that he played in lots of big bands, etc. At break, one of my kids comes over to me and says 'Aren't you really good at playing all of the instruments?" To which I replied "There are lots of people better than me at lots of things, but not the trumpet." I couldn't help it. At lunch, my trumpet player commented on his antics by saying: "Hey, he's the 8th wonder of the world this week. Last week he was Jesus." The other boy said "No. I'm pretty sure she's got that covered. Also, she's the space pope." I couldn't stop laughing. And the celebrity jeopardy quotes are too much.

I couldn't get my grades done, because it won't let me on to the website. So I'm going to watch some Grey's, maybe go to the craft store, go to Wal-mart.