Turning Tables

Dave Cracked Up (Blog), Uncategorised 1 Comment

I know, I know, it’s been a while since my last post…

I’ve been frickin‘ busy already!!!

Ever since the first week of this year, I’ve been teaching a class at the Art Institute in Vancouver. I’m teaching second quarter music theory.

I have to admit, I’m actually quite enjoying it. It’s taking up a lot of my time preparing, but it seems as though everything is going well. The guys (and 1 gal) in my classes are a great bunch – all seem to be quite receptive and interested in the topic. Well, as interested in theory as you can get.

The quiz I popped a couple weeks ago yielded some great results – either it was too easy, they all cheated, or I’m actually doing a great job. I’m holding out for the last option!

While it’s going well, there is a bit of “weirdness” in the position. There’s that student-teacher wall that although I remember being there as a student, it took me a bit off-guard as I wasn’t really expecting it.

You know, it’s that being-friendly-but-not-“friendly” kind of thing. Being in a position of “authority” isn’t really new to me – I’ve been a dad for … almost 9 years now, and I did do the management thing, but this is different somehow.

There’s those furtive glances when I walk past students in the hall, or that silence or quieter voices as I pass a group from class. It’s not like I’m itching to be “one of the gang” and all that, it’s just that I never really thought about being on “this side” of the coin.

I’m just taking it all in and chalking it up as one more of my experiences in my life.

Comments 1

  1. I don’t think it took my wife Air too long to get used to that, but she’s been a high school teacher for 17 years now, so she’s probably forgotten even thinking it was weird. Of course, when she started at age 23, teachers and parents would often think she was one of the students instead (“Do you have a hall pass?”), which was a whole other issue.

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