sunday sillies ...
I have sleep anxiety.
If I know I HAVE to get up early, I just can't sleep.
Here, people get up with the sun.
Easily 6 a.m.
I remember asking the teens, "Are you up to make it to a class by 8 a.m.?"
They laughed at me.
It's not like the teens in Canada.
Teens in Canada will sleep until their mother finally drags them out of bed.
Or at least, that was me, and a handful of friends who can relate.
Not here.
They're up early and working.
Not me.
I try desperately to keep up with the schedules here.
Everyone is so bright eyed, and then there's me.
Don't talk to me until the coffee has done it's job.
But even on my Saturday to teach, I still find that coffee isn't enough because I'm so tired from not sleeping well the night before.
I'm not sure if you noticed a pattern, but there is very rarely a blog on Saturday.
I scramble to get up and out to The Garage Band for the first class of teens.
Then when I'm finished the last class of 7-12 year olds, I'm done and needing a nap.
So I nap.
I just need so much sleep on Saturday.
Anyway, this week, the regular group of teens didn't show up.
There were only 2 kids, who are not teens, but sing with the teens because they're friends with them.
Second group?
One child.
Third group?
One child.
Granted, it was nice to have private lessons that day.
The last child, she's something amazing.
She is absolutely brilliant and gets music quickly.
I'm teaching them some English words.
It was a riot!
I told them, "I sound funny speaking Spanish, so now you sound funny speaking English."
They got a kick out of it.
The hardest word for them was 'sleeps'.
Here, they really don't pronounce very much of the letter 's' in a word.
They drop that letter.
Making it even harder for me to understand anything.
Trying to get them to put an 'l' after an 's' was really hard.
They'll get it though.
And eventually, I'll be able to roll my 'r' properly.
Right now, I just do it at the back of my throat like I'm a growling dog.
I'll get it.
They'll get it.
And we'll help each other.
I have sleep anxiety.
If I know I HAVE to get up early, I just can't sleep.
Here, people get up with the sun.
Easily 6 a.m.
I remember asking the teens, "Are you up to make it to a class by 8 a.m.?"
They laughed at me.
It's not like the teens in Canada.
Teens in Canada will sleep until their mother finally drags them out of bed.
Or at least, that was me, and a handful of friends who can relate.
Not here.
They're up early and working.
Not me.
I try desperately to keep up with the schedules here.
Everyone is so bright eyed, and then there's me.
Don't talk to me until the coffee has done it's job.
But even on my Saturday to teach, I still find that coffee isn't enough because I'm so tired from not sleeping well the night before.
I'm not sure if you noticed a pattern, but there is very rarely a blog on Saturday.
I scramble to get up and out to The Garage Band for the first class of teens.
Then when I'm finished the last class of 7-12 year olds, I'm done and needing a nap.
So I nap.
I just need so much sleep on Saturday.
Anyway, this week, the regular group of teens didn't show up.
There were only 2 kids, who are not teens, but sing with the teens because they're friends with them.
Second group?
One child.
Third group?
One child.
Granted, it was nice to have private lessons that day.
The last child, she's something amazing.
She is absolutely brilliant and gets music quickly.
I'm teaching them some English words.
It was a riot!
I told them, "I sound funny speaking Spanish, so now you sound funny speaking English."
They got a kick out of it.
The hardest word for them was 'sleeps'.
Here, they really don't pronounce very much of the letter 's' in a word.
They drop that letter.
Making it even harder for me to understand anything.
Trying to get them to put an 'l' after an 's' was really hard.
They'll get it though.
And eventually, I'll be able to roll my 'r' properly.
Right now, I just do it at the back of my throat like I'm a growling dog.
I'll get it.
They'll get it.
And we'll help each other.
my pace is perfect
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