Going Back to Middle School

Middle School. That's a weird term that my kids have used to describe sixth through eighth grade. When I was growing up, it was "junior high". Whatever the name, I think it's still the same experience ;-)

I've been accompanying the Slauson Middle School choir for the last year. I love the gig. The music is never very hard, I get out and have a life with someone other than the cats and dogs, Mr. Steck (the choir director) thinks I am God's gift to the piano, and I get paid in restaurant gift cards. What's not to love?

Not wanting to set a bad example, I don't like to pull out my phone to take pictures of the experience. But John has never remembered to take a picture of me at concerts (even when I was playing on my old high school stage). So I snapped a quick one at rehearsal. It's a really funny picture though because it looks like two boys are dancing. Really, they were practicing moves for a funny Christmas song, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the awkwardness of all of those young teenagers.

I love this gig.

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