Quite the eventful weekend - fewer things than I had intended got done, but an enjoyable diversion from the work-a-day drudgery that is the end of the school year. Ran Rice not once, but twice. First time I have had the chance to do run back to back days in... well, quite a while (at least since I was running with Holly). Felt very good - which is strange since I have never been one much for the whole physical exertion route... stranger things have happened, and the side-effects are quite pleasant... to say the least.
Friday's band banquet was fun - seeing the year in retrospect and watching the kids enjoy themselves is always rewarding. Watching last year's marching show definitely highlighted things that are going to be fixed this year, and things I really wish had not been laid out the way they were. But such is life. My students bought me several gag gifts (as is their way - I seem to attract gag gifts) a razor for my "Jesus" look which they don't appreciate - a plethora of kitten accessories (most of the comments I make to them are related to various sounds cats make in distress: e.g. "That sounds like a cat being shoved into a coke bottle...") - some smarties, because I sound like an SAT book - some pens to throw (as I sometimes do when I get excited - never in anger and never at people... except for my first clarinets when they pathologically ignore any conception of balance or texture... but they deserve it :D ) And a microphone, due to the fact that every time we are on a coach bus, I act as tour guide - mostly in Chicago on our Jazz Band trip in April, but also on our Corpus Christi trip ("On your left is water. It is composed of twice as much hydrogen as it is oxygen, with some Sodium-Chloride for good measure - it is wet.") Good times.
Saturday began with some running, then made the poor choice of ordering a new Domino's XL Pizza. Even splitting it with my roommate Steve we both felt rather gorged afterwards – went and picked up my friend Mike, checked out the Klein Forest Jazz Concert with Freddy Mendoza – pretty good stuff. Then went to Hooter's on Kirby to hang with a guy I marched with in Cavaliers – Kevin.
Aside from the extremely disappointing wings at Hooters, a good time was had by all.
Today was more of the same – running, dinner at Katz's, and a little quality time in Cyberspace. Looking forward to a busy week – middle school auditions, band assignments, finalizing numbers for the KF marching show, finalizing numbers for the Carencro HS marching show, trying to scare up one more client for drill writing, and grade books (something I detest more than any other activity I have to perform – such a hassle for a little CYA – blech).
I am hoping that my evenings will be free this week, as I would like to continue this whole “every day work out” thing I have begun to start (hardly any consistency over the course of 48 hours, admittedly). Maybe some time to chill by the pool and plan more marching band stuff would be good, too. Visual curriculum for Vandebilt Catholic/Klein Forest HS/Carencro HS/anywhere else I teach, perhaps? Stages of Man show abstract? We shall see.
I also am anxiously awaiting the arrival of a CD I ordered - L'Enfance du Christ by Berlioz. It comes highly reccommended by Holly Carlton - and everything else she has ever said that I would like I have, in spades (Ben Folds, Blurred, Avishai Cohen, Rufus Wainwright, Antonio's Pizza, a mess of saxophone quartet literature) Girl's got some good taste. Should be good. Romanticism in and of itself usually is, and Berlioz was just a bit ridiculous. Wicked awesome, some might say... Something to look forward to, at least.
On a sad note – I learned from my friend Kevin that one of the people I started in the Cavaliers with was involved in a serious car accident late this last week. If you are religious or simply spiritual (as I am) please say a prayer or give a thought to the family, friends, and students of Scott Thompson. He was a great person, and I am thankful for knowing him as I did. He will be missed.
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