August has rolled around again, and as I greet my piano students each week, I ask them to give me the run-down on how their first full week of school has gone. Some students are happy; others a bit glum; all are exhausted (and wearing out their piano teacher).
"Someday, you're going to wish you were back."
The truth is, I have never wished I could go back to my school years. I enjoy keeping up with classmates online and bumping into them in the community. I am happy in my career and any opportunities I get to advance. But I have never, ever, even one single time wished I could go back to the days of continual testing, wagging around a backpack too heavy for my 80-pound frame, wondering where to sit in the lunchroom where everyone subdivides into their own little groups, studying 'til midnight.
So I don't tell my students that someday they'll wish they could go back to these days we paint as carefree childhood school days. Maybe they will. Or they might learn what I learned--it can get better.
"Someday, you're going to wish you were back."
The truth is, I have never wished I could go back to my school years. I enjoy keeping up with classmates online and bumping into them in the community. I am happy in my career and any opportunities I get to advance. But I have never, ever, even one single time wished I could go back to the days of continual testing, wagging around a backpack too heavy for my 80-pound frame, wondering where to sit in the lunchroom where everyone subdivides into their own little groups, studying 'til midnight.
So I don't tell my students that someday they'll wish they could go back to these days we paint as carefree childhood school days. Maybe they will. Or they might learn what I learned--it can get better.
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