“I don’t know if I want to teach.” After some pretty awesome discussions with various friends and sisters in the US at the moment, I have been a blade of grass in the wind: yes…no….yes…no. Last night after talking things out with the lovely Janae, I was more back to the “yes” part again. And I began to reason why. Writing my philosophy of music education paper has been helping in these thoughts, as well. This morning, I put all my thoughts on paper in a momologue:
To teach, or not to teach, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to go crazy
The slings and arrows of endless music
Or to take arms against a sea of sporadic energy, attitudes, and moods
And by opposing avoid them. To teach, to be a little crazy—
Yay more—and by crazy to say become the true music nerd I was born (always)
The headache, and the thousand natural shocks
That being a teacher in the public schools are heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be undesired. To teach, to be too busy—
To be too busy, perhaps to bring on a physical catastrophe; nay, there’s my fear.
For in that catastrophe there is an unpredictable aspect
What would happen before and during recovery;
This is my hesitation. There’s the faith
That I can’t find when it comes to these things.
For what problems are too big for my God?
None exists, for he is bigger than it all.
The pangs of fear, the doubt’s grasp,
The lack of confidence, and the hesitancy
That loom in the thought of being in a public school.
Who but my God could drown these out,
And fill instead with peace and confidence,
With grace? Who but my God could carry me
Through any trials that come my way.
But that love of something there instead,
The music and students who explore it.
How could I abandon these and relinquish
To one that may not teach as well or
Give the opportunities I might provide?
This opposing thought puzzles the will,
And makes me lean the other way again.
I may not be the best at everything my classmates here are,
But I have different qualities that will be the best where I am.
I know not where I may be or what I’ll teach
But if the call comes through and I hear it, I’ll go.
With this regard the currents of doubt turn away
And lose themselves is my passion for the music. – Soft you now,
The fair melodies and rhythms! — Future employers, in thy interviews
Be all my passions visible.