I did not bring my A game to my students today. I have a sinus infection and was not under antibiotic care until after school today. We don’t have the ability to get subs very easily at our school so most of the time I just don’t even bother. But today, I did not give my students my best, for that I feel quite sad and apologetic.
Being sick sucks no matter who you are or what you do. As a music teacher, it is what I would like to call “double sucky” for the following reasons….
- Breathing is important in general, but also fairly important when singing.
- Playing the recorder without being able to breathe is really really funny. It is basically self-asphyxiation.
- When you have a concert in two weeks, there just ain’t no way to show Veggie Tales or Fantasia.
- When all you want to do is crawl under your desk and sleep, it is pretty tough to feel motivated to sing anything about birds, spring, or mother goose.
- When all kinds of things are flowing through your ear canals, there is no possible way you can be a good judge of pitch.
However, here is what was great about being at school today…..
- Finding an absolutely hysterical short film that was applicable to Fourth Grade and their song, Dr. Foster.
- Playing recorder really badly helped my third graders realize that teachers are human too and make a lot of mistakes.
- Having a fourth grader stop by after school to tell me, “I hope your cold gets better really soon.”
- Showing my kids that sometimes we work, even when we can’t bring our A game. And that I love them so much that I would rather be with them (and spread my germs!) than send in a DH.
- COOKIES from NK’s mom compliments of my good buddy JO.
I realize that advocating going to work with a sinus infection is particularly the best public health choice. What’s a girl to do?
I did not bring my A game and for that I sit here beating myself up and wondering if I should try to get a sub (not possible). I wonder if others feel bad about having a bad day at work? I remember when I worked in a cubicle it never fazed me if I slacked off a day. But with 205 bright eyes and sweet voices coming to me and looking to me for leadership each week, I can’t help but feel the weight of the world in my hands. I owe them a home run as soon as I get better.
Take care dear reader. If you are in Maryland…stay dry!