Blimey, you are all still there…

This last week has been the start up of all my classes, with its inevitable tensions.

Will I get enough people to continue Pop Anglaise, always a difficult balancing act between elderly ladies who would like to do old Rolling Stones songs, and teenagers who want to scream along with Marylin (Manson, not Monroe!)?

Will enough people sign up for vocal coaching and technique vocale ?

Will the autistic student boy who makes a noise like a chainsaw continue to eat everything he can reach, the moment I take my eyes off him?

This week I arrived to find him outside the meeting room, picking the bubbled varnish off a parked car and eating it. I rushed in, horrified, to tell the teachers and they informed me that he had somehow managed to swallow a whole red plastic ball which had emerged in the natural way over the weekend. He was calmly led away from the tempting flakes.

Will the Soul Train workshop like my song choice, or is it too hard/too easy for them? I had to pick this version of Smokey Robinson’s My Girl by the Temptations because those boys look soooo beautiful…just watch them move! And I even found time to do a quick guide recording of all the parts and put it here for those whose music reading might not be up to it.

Thursday evening was spent with two little boys dressed in Darth Vader costumes who were supposed to be speaking English whilst preparing to ambush a Japanese Ninja warrior girl. Then two groups of adult beginners to learn English. They were all rather charming and we laughed a lot.

So by the end of the week, with another two projects on the horizon, I found myself thinking, is it too much? Should I stop blogging? I don’t have the time, surely. I haven’t posted much recently and I can’t get round to visit my blog-friends, and when I do, I am overawed by the finely crafted sparkling pieces and beautiful photos, when I only have time to slap up a few unformed thoughts and impressions. My blog list isn’t up to date, I don’t really understand what a follower is and why I should be one, and I keep forgetting to update Tristan and his new emotional blackmail link and to add Blaugustine and other nice new folk I have come across.

I have a site meter which I never usually look at, and for once I opened the email which comes each week with the statistics. And it said you were still dropping in. So… thank you.

Blimey, you are all still there.