*I point to Eb*
Me: What note is this?
Students: It's an E!
Me: An E-what?
That One True Trombonist [very sincerely and excitedly]: E-Elephant! Oh wait, no...
The trombone 100% chose this student.
Summer band started last week, so I get to start my day with 20 beginning trumpet students at 8AM (yep ), then a *handful of trombones+some baritones. Today:
Beginning student: You should go to the city and open your case and play trombone, because you're good and I bet people would pay you money to play.
Me: Well, I made [decent amount of money] this weekend from performances, so I already get paid to play.
*students look at me in awe*
*A group of trombonists should officially be called a handful, like a gaggle of geese or murder of crows; a handful of trombonists.
In December 2016 a bunch of my beginning middle school students at the school I was at decided I owed them Chick-Fil-A and it became a running non-joke from them the rest of the year. One of my gigs this weekend I played with their high school band director...
Band Director: So three of your former students still bring up that you owe them Chipotle.
I guess it's good to know they remembered *something* we talked about, at least (even if they got wrong the restaurant or the fact that I owed them anything)?
I have been teaching music across the Twin Cities since 2011. Along with seeing students grow as musicians and people, one of the joys of teaching is the ridiculous things my students say.