Rich and I are looking for a place to live. We are getting discouraged about not finding anything and have some feelings of...frustration. I have to remind
I also had my Middle School choral concert on Tuesday night. My Sixth Grade Chorus performed and my Middle School Chorus performed.
Now my memories of Middle School include a lot of issues with my braces, the fact that my stringy straight hair wouldn't feather even with an ozone depleating amount of Aqua Net, and that the cute football player Mike Martens didn't even know I existed dispite my feeble attempts to sit next to him in study hall and bat my blue eye shadowed eyes at him.
Let me tell you these Middle Schoolers have such a harder deal. Not only do they have the same preteen agnst that we all had they are also constantly worried about grades and achievements, things that I never remembered worrying about. So I am very honored that these kids get up on stage and sing their hearts out for me. Something that takes a lot of guts and hard work. Hard work that doesn't involve flash cards and tutors. Hard work that uses that other part of the brain and that shows them that being part of a team doesn't always involve winners and losers. This kind of hard work is a release for them and I am always in awe of all they can accomplish.
My Middle School Chorus especially take the gutsy cake. They amaze me.