Just Wing It

‎Me: "Did you bring any payment today?"  

Sophomore boy: "No, it's Harold's fault... you don't know about Harold... he's our car... there was clanking and parts fell off...." 

Me: "OK, bring it next week."

 

Me: "OK, Let's look at this etude.."

Senior boy: "So you just want me to wing it?"

Me: "If by wing it, you mean, sight-read it, then yes... wing it."

 

 8th-grade boy: "I'm tired..."

Me: "You're probably about to have a growth spurt, and you need a lot of energy to grow new cells.."

8th-grade boy: "Yeah, for like, bone cells... muscle cells.... bone marrow cells.... and dendrites.  Do you know what a dendrite is?"

Me: "Aren't those the branches that come off of nerve cells?"

8th-grade boy: "No, they're what you lose if you sniff Sharpies.... or dry-erase markers.... or if you hit your head too many times..."

Me: "Pack up your saxophone quickly so you get to your next class on time."

8th-grade boy: "It's just Spanish... we don't do anything in there anyway... except sit around and talk... ... ...in Spanish."

Sign in the practice room: "Please do not touch the harp stools or the harps."

7th-grade boy: "Makes you want to destroy them all so no one can use them, doesn't it?"

Me: "No."

Me: "Turn on your metronome."

7th-grade boy: "The actual metronome or the metaphorical one in my head?"