(These Barnacle Goose goslings trusted their cape and made the leap.)
Rappelling isn’t the right word for it,
but I do take risks
& reap the unseen opportunities that open up as a result.
Some of my key teaching strategies are ones that evolved
as I experimented with inklings (pun intended)
based on my own literacy practices
but not already codified in traditional lesson plans.
Are they in the same league as the risk taken by the goslings?
No, but often they felt like I was rappelling.
The the adults can only wait at the scree where food awaits the bouncing tumblers.
What were your favorites when you were either a 13-year old girl or a 14-year old boy? And is it still, dear Reader? (Thanks for the idea, Mr. Stevens-Davidowitz of the NYT.)
The last time I played any Faure I was 15.
With the high fi and my Janos Starker recording at my left,
I’d play my cello for a few measures, lift the needle, scratch it back,
and play the measures again.
At my audition, the judges said my interpretation was (strangely) remarkable,
but at All State I was way out-classed:
other cellists played Bach at breaks,
but me and the trombone player
made out in the warm up room.
(I found the old record. No wonder I had such a soaring style and melting tone!)