Having had three great, but very different, shows over the last three nights, there's something quite nice about going back to the school and teaching as normal. I don't like the 7am alarm, though.
The kids were all attentive, as they are there, and are progressing nicely.
Took Mum shopping but that typically ended in an argument. I do a lot for the family (being the only one who can drive, etc) but there's a point where I have to say no. That point is the demand that I drive Mum and pyscho dog back to Devon and back in one day (17 hour round trip) later this month, to look at houses she'll never buy. The fact that my car has had a 'oil filtration' warning light on for the last week doesn't seem important. I walked out and drove off, not cool.
A lot is going right in my life at the moment, trust family to be the stumbling block.
At the college to teach but my private student never turned up, then nobody turned up to drum club. I still get paid either way, and I had to wait there for the duration so just spent 90 minutes getting paid to play with the drums. Got some practice in, played some Latin grooves in 7/8 and it was fun.
Three private lessons in a row after that, all with students who need to be told what to do (not always the case - often, with the experienced ones, I just point them in the right direction) and taught properly, which made it tiring but really worthwhile. My ideas really seem to be working.
Got back, 58 unread messages in the FH (four of us) group chat, chatting about member number 5, our newest recruit who has pulled out of YET ANOTHER rehearsal. We're having a meeting tomorrow to, you know, nip things in the bud.
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