Well this is strange! The month of June has begun and normally my countdown to the summer holidays would also have begun. How many more sleeps to go? Instead, as we approach another weekend I'm shouting No No, it can't be Friday again. What is going on. Somehow the wires in my brain have been crossed. This is not me. Not only would I have this years holidays counted down, I could have next years holidays planned.
The school concert is looming. I'm seen as the creative (crazy) person on staff and over the years this has become my responsibility. I've just spent a week casting the senior concert 8-12 year olds. Boy, do we have some future Hollywood stars......divas in the making!!
Diva No 1: "I'm not sure I want the part you gave me, I'll think about it and let you know tomorrow"
Me: No Way. Make up your mind now, in or out.
Diva No 1: Out
the following day
Diva 2 "I'd like to change the part you gave me yesterday"
Diva 2: "But I'm uncomfortable in the role"
Me "You asked for it"
Diva 2: I've changed my mind"
Me Do you want to be in this concert?
Diva 2: Yes
Me : "So two choices, do the part or miss out"
Diva 3's Mammy: I don't think my diva is too happy with her part and would like to do something else.
Me: If every child cast yesterday changed their minds and wanted different parts where would we be? It's not happening!!!
Scroll forward 4 hours, my class of 5-6 year olds go home grinning, proudly clutching their first ever script. Wheeeeeeeee they are going on stage. They are in a state of high excitement. No divas or divos here. My wolf will steal the show as well as money from the bank! Little Miss Muffet is doing her best to ensure the poor Spider will find himself arrested after her tall tales. And as for the mad stalker three blind mice, Johnny Rock will find it hard to escape their clutches!
Humming stupid tunes about sitting on my tuffet, I make my way to the senior classes. Time for some serious work. They are over the casting trauma and are ready to get on with it. They are ready to send a rocket to the sun, don't worry, they'll do it at night time. And the celebrities have arrived for the Weakest Link. I even think I saw Elvis leave the building.....
We start singing when I get a message, one of my pupil's parents wants to talk to me urgently.
She is not happy with her child's role, others have got more lines to say. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The child is perfectly happy but she is afraid I underestimate her child's talents and it will affect his self confidence.
Am I turning into a grumpy old git or are some children these days totally spoiled? Do parents want their children to get everything they want? Will they ever learn to cope with disappointment.? One year, a couple of 9 year olds decided to boycott the school concert on the night. I found out about it and spoke to them about how it was their classmates they would be letting down. They got it. Then I spoke to the parents. The ringleaders mother said she knew all about it and totally supported her child!! If you don't get what you want throw the dummy (pacifier) out of the pram. Great life lessons! Where is our society going??
Casting a concert is always difficult, for every one child happy, there may be nine disappointed initially. But once casting is over, they pull together and have a great time. The advice I gave my own girls was to hold in their disappointment in school, come home and go into a corner and kick, shout and roar for five minutes if they felt like it. But then they were to come out of the corner and be the best, tallest, most graceful tree that anyone has ever seen.
Practice started yesterday, the concert is June 22nd and 23rd. In the meantime, we have sports day -definitely not my responsibility -I will never be accused of being the sporty type, school tours, report cards to be written and graduation masses to be planned.
In addition, there is baking for an 18th birthday party on Saturday, an all day photography workshop the weekend after next and all going well a 327th birthday party to be hosted. (6 family birthdays before July 19th) . No wonder I want time to slow down and I'm not counting the days.
On the bright side, I finally unpacked my suitcase after my Easter holidays and I'm now wandering the corridors singing two lines of about 20 different songs, I can't remember more than that. It's a good job the children have better memories and are better singers than I am.
Can someone please arrange for June to have 60 days for this one time only?
Ah not to worry, Rita has my room reserved in the "red brick house," a room with a view......and people with white coats and straight jackets. My summer holiday might begin earlier than expected :-))))