My wolf pack of BFFs and I take an annual girl’s trip to Hilton Head Island. It was the second trip we made and we were excited to leave the world, kids and responsibilities behind for a little while.
On the looooong drive down, we end up singing in the car. A lot. A whole lot. Usually it is 80s music, sometimes its (gulp) country, and we have even been known to eerily belt out, with the correct lyrics, many classic rock tunes. Be jealous, be very jealous. 😉
When we reached our destination, we immediately headed out for some drinks and dinner. Talking and laughing about our careers as teachers, we all decided to take on different “personas” if we were ever asked what we did for a living. I decided that I would be a “Sing Therapist” because I think singing makes people feel better. Nat aka Peanut, who is a little, bitty thing and is a Spanish teacher by day, decided that she would be an artificial insemination specialist for big livestock. Suz, who shares a love of 80s music and books with me, said she would say that she played the triangle for Bon Jovi. Double G was going to be a therapist to the stars. Hooray! We all had hilarious new jobs!
Sadly, we were only asked once what we did for a living. What do you think we all said? “Teacher,” in unison. 🙂
But, I digress. My point is not just writing about the blast we had in Hilton Head with the wolf pack, but it is the realization that I sing all of the time. I am Sing Therapy. I didn’t really notice I did this until a student in my English 11 Honors class said to me, “Mrs. M., you should really be in the choir.”
“What? I am a teacher. I can’t be in the high school choir.” I asked as I was passing out copies of The Crucible.
“You sing all the time. You have a nice voice. Our choir could use you.”
“I don’t sing all the time,” I stated, and then the class went into complete and utter chaos.
“Wait a minute, everyone, why all of this chatting?” I said as I tried to give them the “you better stop your talking” eyeball and the teacher spoken code for “be quiet.”
A sweet, quiet girl raised her hand, and strategically said, “Mrs. M., you don’t know that you sing all of the time? You do. Every time we enter the room, in the middle of your sentences, during your lessons, you sing a ton.”
“Really?? No way.” I replied.
“Yes way. So far, you were singing a line from that annoying Friday song and then repeating “Last Friday Night” over and over. You have been singing all day,” said one student triumphantly as if he had written down everything I have ever said word-for-word. If only he would take notes that way!
“That is impossible,” I said with a tone. “Plus, I have nothing to sing about when it comes to The Crucible. Now, let’s get to work.”
Another student raised their hand. “Yes?” I asked.
“Ah, yeah, um, yesterday? When we finished the Act I quiz? You…um…you started singing “You Gotta Keep Your Head Up.”
“Oh, wow. OK. Let’s begin.”
After that, I began to ponder the question Do I Really Sing A Lot? I think I am going to have to ask around. Meanwhile, I can’t get the Beatles song “Hello, Goodbye” out of my head. Go ahead, sing it with me. You know you want to.