Aside from the wildfires that keep seeming to happen when I'm not home, I've had a quiet couple of weeks and not a lot of time 'on the bus'. I'm sure that this week will take care of that, but in the meantime here's a story from my pre-certification days when I wore a different uniform and rode a different kind of bus. And wore glasses roughly the size of the Hubble telescope lens.

Clicky clicky...don't be afraid....

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Comment by Sheri Caelwaerts on April 29, 2009 at 5:12pm
I was a drummer in middle & high school. I also con't read a note. I basically .....didn't really make up the music as I ....more or less...."freelanced" when it came to Jazz band (I played set Senior year) ... LOL!!! But, I did memorize music from marching band....can still play my school fight song & percussion ensamble from senior year!!!
Stay safe all!!!!
Comment by Kimberly Robinson on April 29, 2009 at 3:29pm
Music makes sense to me in the same way French makes sense to me. When I look at it I think, yeah, I can kind of understand how that ejactulation of consonants and spittle means 'to sell'. Yet I doubt I could talk my way through a coffee order without derision and rolled eyes. But, like, with music. And no French people. Maybe coffee, though. Coffee would be nice.

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