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Why
It's the time of year for my yearly unrealistic goal. The magic door has opened. Here in Mustang (OK), a child gets one opportunity to join our band program. It's sixth grade or never.
I always go back in my mind to 48 years ago. I was ten. I had a mom who spoke of being in band in Boise City when she was a girl. She showed me pictures of a girl with a familiar smile wearing majorette boots with white tassels, and told me funny stories of tricks they played on their band director. Then, one day at school, my classroom was visited by a GIANT! Mr. Combs was 6'5" tall, maybe 350 pounds of hilarity. He played a funny tune for us on his trombone, called us nicknames, a bellowing laugh, promises of fun and adventures, he captured my imagination! He said in plain language, "Come be in my band! I want to be your teacher! We'll have so much fun, and we'll get amazingly good at music, and we'll all be friends together, and I'll look out for you!" He did not speak of winning trophies or long hours of arduous hard work. He just invited a bunch of silly little kids to join him in adventure. I could not sign up fast enough.
Mr. Combs' bands were always large, overflowing with kids who trusted and adored him. We joined because it looked like so much fun, but we stayed because he deepened us. He played beautiful records for us, took us to see concerts, listened to our thoughts and treated us like we were special and smart. We learned to play beautiful, meaningful music. He was hilarious. Music was fun, just like he promised! Later, he introduced me to jazz, arranged to help my low-income family get better instruments for me to play, told my mom I had a special talent. But what, I wonder, would my life have been if he hadn't breezed into my 5th grade class and charmed me to my core?
It is in his honor that every year, I march my chunky little self into hordes of fifth graders, tell some funny stories, play a little tune on my clarinet, and tell those kids, "Come be in my band! I want to be your teacher! We'll have so much fun, and we'll get amazingly good at music, and we'll all be friends together, and I'll look out for you!"
My unrealistic goal is that every single one of them, regardless of ability or potential, signs up to try band! What if there's an unsure little girl in that room, a little girl who is so small as to be easily overlooked, who has a skeptical mind and some serious doubt? What if I gave her an aptitude test and talked about practicalities when what she needed to hear was an invitation to joy and fun, adventure and beautiful music? What if she missed her one and only opportunity to walk through the magic door, and the decision that would forever change her life was never made? That thought is unacceptable to me. So again this year, like 34 other years, I set that goal and charm those kids and get my room filled to the rafters with eager young adventurers ready to have fun and play music.
Mr. Combs passed away many years ago. In changing my life, he has changed the lives of generations of kids. Pass it on!
In Mustang, we have 5th-6th grade intermediate schools. Band starts in 6th grade. I'm fortunate to have ready access to fifth graders throughout the year. Here are some methods I use for recruiting; I vary some of this year to year.
Belinda Watson is an intermediate and middle school band director in Mustang, OK. She has enjoyed a 34 year career in education in schools in Kansas, Oklahoma and Nevada. She has twice been named Teacher of the Year (Las Vegas Harney Middle School and Mustang North Middle School). She has received recognition for her work with special needs students and as a jazz instructor. Her 13 years in Mustang have been marked by competitive success and many fine adventures. Mrs. Watson lives with her husband Phil, three rescue dogs and a skeptical cat. |
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