High Five
January 26th, 2009
“Joey” is a sixth grade beginning trumpet player. Bless his parent’ hearts.
I gave Joey a high five in the hallway today. He was there, I was there, I thought it was the thing to do. “What was that for?” he asked.
“What was what for?”
“The high five. Why do I get a high five? Did I do something good?”
“Because you’re Joey, that’s why” I improvised. “You’re Joey, and Joey means high fives. It’s intrinsic. It’s built in. Joey, high fives. High fives, Joey.”
He walked away with a smile and felt important. I walked away with a smile and felt like a good teacher.
P.S.: Let’s see if he doesn’t practice tonight and let’s see if he doesn’t sound great tomorrow.
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1. Joel | January 31st, 2009 at 5:01 am
So…what’s the verdict?
2. carystewart | February 1st, 2009 at 10:12 pm
Verdict: He sounds great. They all do. I need more hands for all these high fives!