the life.

Today I taught for one hour and went home to bum around, watch gossip girl, and I'm starting to think I could get used to this life. It's been quite good, so good in fact it feels like if I'm going to rave about it I might jinx it and it might be lost forever.

It's not always this relaxing, (now I have to make a qualifier in case I incur the wrath or jealousy or envy of those hard at work). There are the 16 hour days when everything happens together like teaching and rehearsing and gigging and researching. But on days like today when the rain has come and gone, and the sky is nice and cloudy, and the cello is well and sitting in a corner, that I conveniently forget about those days that, come to think about it, thankfully, do not bunch themselves up many weeks in row.

The students this term are great. There are the strange ones, like one who cowers behind the cello, or the other who oscillates between mopey-ness and otherworldly effervescence. Then there are the cool ones, the wristband-wearing curly haired Indian tennis player who speaks in naturally occuring psuedo rap, the goofy looking German who frowns when he plays but plays with all the flair of a gushy Italian, the spunky American diver who gushes about having practiced half of the studies book. .

This is my third year, and it seems almost surreal that two years have come and gone at KoolBlueSkool, but I can understand why some of the others have been here forever and are still going. It's exciting to see how the students progress, and they have so many stories, it feels like if I sit and listen they can go on forever about one thing or another.

My mum has been going on about how this job doesn't give medical benefits or CPF or whatever, but I wouldn't trade this much fun for the grind.