First semester of my senior year at UNL, I did a practicum at Rousseau Elementary School here in Lincoln. I think I talked about it briefly on that *other* blog I used to have, but to refresh your memory, I worked with Kindergarten and 4th grade general music classes. It’s a nice school, and I really enjoyed my time there.
Today I had the opportunity to go to Rousseau and see the band and string ensembles perform their 1st semester concert. I was invited by one of the girls in my AWANA group, and two of my students from Harris Music Studio were also in the program. The concert itself was really great. It’s so fun to see all of the kids playing and participating in music!
Aside from the concert, I was really interested to recognize and remember some faces from 3 years ago when I taught there. Those Kindergarten kiddies I taught are in 3rd grade now. Seeing some of them in the audience brought back some very specific memories (i.e. “There’s the girl I took to the office and helped get cleaned up after she wet her pants in music class,” or “That kid asked, ‘what happened to your hair?’ the day I wore it pinned back in a barrette”).
It’s interesting that I have those memories but those kids, the subjects of the memories, don’t. I’m fairly positive that none of them recognized me… and why should they? I saw them once a week for a few months when they were 5 years old. It makes me think about the fact that there must be some people out there who have distinct memories of me as a child, and maybe I don’t even know those folks. Who are they? What do they remember? I’ll probably never know.
Posted in Deep Thoughts, Music, Teaching
