Postby WildcatOne » Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:39 am
Last night was the last class I gave at College of the Mainland in Guitar For Beginners. I dreaded having to go through it because I anticipated the first class would decide to give me their parting shot. On the way down there on the beltway, I had a talk with myself and I said that I'd give the class for the required 90 minutes and not let anything those jerks come up with get me down, just do it and then it's over. As it turned out, the 3 ringleaders of the disruption did not show up, and the class was amazingly transformed into a group of well-behaved, attentive and interactive students who were intent on learning and participating in my lesson. They got out CDs and I played them and showed them the chords and how the bands played the songs, and the 90 minutes whizzed by like Rapid's pass at Eddyville. They filled out the evaluation forms on me with full A-pluses, and they asked for my (and Nick's) email addresses so they could keep in touch. It was a great relief and a wonderful end to what was the most difficult 8 weeks I had ever spent in the teaching profession. The second class only had 2 of the students show up; the 2 best girls, and they were happy to discuss the course and they got up and drew thank-you pictures and notes to me on the blackboard. Their moms showed up and stayed for the last class, and we talked about the whole 8 weeks and how different the 2 classes were. They were delighted that their girls were so well-behaved and they both told me that they learned more from me because of my way of teaching, which is to teach the basics but to emphasize the performance aspect...the act of playing...over the technical, tedious parts, so the kids'll stay interested. They all insisted that I give another course, and they guaranteed they'd be there for it. The girl who missed last week was heartbroken because she missed Nick's performance. I could not have been more rewarded at the end of this course. I can't help but think, how far could I have taken that first class if those 3 kids hadn't been there all along...the percentages I talked about earlier are actually more like 20% instead of 90% in junk-culture populace. The rest of the class was just afraid to make them stop for fear of being labeled by them as a square. Apparently they all go to school together. Without the 3 troublemakers, the class was a complete opposite. Will miracles never cease? WC1
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