I had a lovely time Sunday attending a college concert featuring their choir and orchestra. It was made extra special because one of my guitar students, who also sings, sang the child's part in Bernsteins "Chichester Psalms". I've taught this boy and his twin brother since they were five years old and now they are in the eight grade. I'm not exaggerating when I say that listening to him perform and the subsequent standing ovation brought a tear to my eye.
Unfortunately, fifty miles away there was another concert. This one featured Italian guitarist Giorgio Mirto and was organized/promoted by a former adult student of mine. I had to choose between two events and I would have liked to have attended both. Guitar events are very rare in this state so I feel as though I've let down a friend. But I'm thrilled that it occurred.
Recently a former student Dr. Brad DeRoche was honored by his colleagues at Delta College. I forget the specifics, but I believe it was as "Teacher of the Year" or some equivalent. On Saturday his friends threw a surprise party for him to celebrate. Truly fitting for a man who has had, and continues to have, a significant impact on classical guitar culture.
Saturday evening I had the privilege of watching my former student K. J. Redman perform his Masters Recital. He is studying at the University of Denver so he "live streamed" the recital via FaceBook. What a treat for me.
I take no credit for the accomplishments of these four, but I am still very proud of them. And I do like to brag about them. And I am proud of my association with them and the fact that they will tell others that I was important in their musical development.
I began teaching 49 years ago and I've had a lot of students that were unmotivated and rarely practiced. I've tussled with students and/or their parents about the need to put some effort in the process. I've been angry, discouraged, and disappointed. And just about the time I'm ready to throw in the towel, I get a student or two like these that make it all worthwhile.
In about 10 days my Lansing students will perform their Spring Recital. Currently they are all nervous and wish it would just go away. Afterwards they will be all smiles. Partly because they have survived the ordeal and partly because it was secretly more fun than they want to admit. In the eyes of the world, this recital is less significant than the four listed above. But to these kids and their families it is a big deal.
There are times when I wonder if it was all worth it. But moments like this past weekend remove the doubts and reinvigorate me. I'm reminded of how lucky I really am.