I teach music ...and repeatable phrases

I started teaching piano lessons way back when I was around 15 or 16. Ironically, they were the children of some of my high school music teachers. Then word got around and my roster expanded. When I finished high school, I moved to Guelph for my undergraduate and I taught through most of those years as well, with the Ontario Conservatory of Music in Guelph, since I didn't have a piano of my own back then.

Teaching for a studio was really convenient but I was limited in the sort of pedagogy that I wanted to explore as a music teacher despite my lack of formal training in that area. Teaching at home, I turned my parent's house upside down playing Music Note Bowling Down the Front Stairs. Trust me, students learn their musical alphabet really fast playing this game.

Once I moved back to Toronto, the teaching got pushed aside with all of my theatre work but it's always been in the back of mind. So I'm really excited now to start teaching again.

I had my first lesson with a student last week. She lives across the street (next door to Tango) and her mom just jumped at the chance when she heard I wanted to get back into teaching. The lesson went really well. I'm not sure who had more fun. Me or Rebecca. At any rate, the feedback was very positive and enthusiastic.

On Saturday, we ended up going for a dogwalk with my mom, my sister, Tango, Tango's dad and Rebecca and her mom. In all my years of teaching, it has been extremely rare for me to bump into a student outside of a lesson, the class or theatre. Clearly I need to do a little more filtering from now on. (Although, in general, R has warned me about my tendency to blurt things out without looking around to see who is within earshot)

During the walk, Dayna took two poops within five minutes of each other and my mom made a comment about it.

I called over my shoulder with: "Yeah.. Dayna's a double dumper."

Then I hear:

"Mom! What's a double dumper?"

oops.