INDIANAPOLIS - At approximately 8:30AM one Russell Lyons recieved a phone call from Kelly Services requesting his person report to an area middle/high school for a emergency substitute job.
Upon arrival he was handed a list of class times and shown his room. "We told him he'd be the music teacher for the day and that the previous teacher had been let go over weekend with a few others due to budgetary concerns," said the Assistant Principle.
"I was informed there would be no lesson plan for the day and then shown my classroom, which is more commonly known as the bilingual room," Mr. Lyons said. What ensued was 7 hours of the most intense chaos he said he'd ever experienced.
After discovering the instruments in the back room half way through the first class, it wasn't long before fat beats and trumpet blasts could be heard throughout. A hall monitor put down this operation and Mr. Lyons turned to a rhythym-based curriculm featuring clapping circles, pencils on tables/chairs, stomping and beat-boxing.
"I gotta say it was just what ever I could do to keep them from yelling at each other and running out of the room to 'go to the bathroom.'" At one point the 8th grade class was told they'd be realised 5 minutes early if 3 students could recite the subject matter - "Henie ma tovue." They did and he did, for which a swift reprimand was recieved by all.
But the final bell rang and with bone-deep fatigue Mr. Lyons plopped his report in the office, gathered up his belongings and piled into the car to return home by nearly 4PM.
Another day making-tents brings new levels of exhaustion and great piles of joy.
2 comments:
It wouldn't have mattered which grade I was enrolled in between 1st and 8th, I would have had my world rocked by a Rabbi-bearded, Red-headed, Mississippi valley missionary, beat boxing, c-walking, former drum corp music teacher. This is the incarnation in rare, robust form.
Glory
Wow! That's awesome.
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