This is not a religious post–but it is about the definition of the word. In fact, let us begin with that:
According to Merriam Webster, the basic definition of the word ‘faith’ is strong belief or trust in someone or something.
There are times when a series of circumstances tests our faith. Days when nothing seems to go right, when every conceivable and inconceivable obstacle appears out of nowhere and is thrown directly in front of you. It takes every ounce of energy you have to avoid running into that brick wall that you are convinced was not there one second ago. By the end of days like those you tend to get into your car, drive out of a darkened parking lot, head home to a quiet house and question why on earth you even bother trying.
Fortunately there are hints of wonder that walk side by side with the challenges—you just have to look hard enough to see them. One of the beautiful gifts I get is watching my students “figure it out.” First, yes, it is a GIFT one receives as a teacher. Second, “figure it out” is sometimes the most important lesson you can ever teach a student.
Today’s young adults want their world to be black and white. “What do I need to do to get an “A?” “What exactly is expected of me in this class?” What do you want me to do at this exact moment in time in order to not be wrong?” This is our world now…but the truth of it all is that there are no answers to the above questions. The world is NOT black and white friends. The world is 1 million shades of gray. This means that putting the gray matter located inside your skull to work is the only option you have at having a prayer at survival. Sadly many of our young adults are not ready for primetime–they have been set up to FAIL by previous teachers, and yes, their parents.
My dear friend Dr. Tim Lautzenheiser likes to preface sessions with “Truth or Sugar?” …and always the group says “TRUTH!” The reality is that the truth is a killer. So while the truth that today’s young adults have been set up to fail in many ways is brutal, it is NOT the end result. It is, however, the starting point!
So where do we go from here? UP! That’s where we go! And as we climb the ladder which seems to have no end in sight, no arrival point, no moment of “I’VE MADE IT!” we keep climbing because of this little thing called ‘faith.’
Perhaps a recap of yesterday will help with understanding where all this is coming from this evening:
The derailment began when the band buses were not only late but apparently the drivers did not know they needed to bring the band to the stadium BEFORE the game…we’ve used this company since BEFORE I was director. Then I got a text that the pit equipment truck battery was dead and they were waiting for it to be jumped. Then I called Motor Pool to find out that they were waiting for me to tell them to go to the CFA to jump start the battery even after they had been called by my GA 20 minutes earlier. Then everyone EXCEPT the trumpet section arrived at the practice fields–still short 1 bus. Then the pit truck arrived during warmups so we changed up the entire practice schedule and did Pregame first. All of this occurred in the span of ONE HOUR!.
Next we finally get the pit fired up (literally–we be electric now!! All mic-ed up and putting out decibels!!) and start to rehearse the Overture. 15 minutes later—evacuate to the Field House due to storm cell with thunder and lightening. Rehearsal over.
None of this would have been bad had it been any other time of year. However the last time we rehearsed with the pit was the last day of Band Camp 6 days ago. The rehearsal on Wednesday had us still on met and we did NOT “run-thru” any of the tunes except Overture–we were still breaking things down and running “chunks.” If you are following you have started to break out into a cold sweat because you know what all this means: the first real run of Overture, Masquerade and the encore Malaguena would be under the proverbial gun DURING halftime! No chunks; no met; 1 -2, GO!!!!!
And they did….and I finally calmed down. Those of you who know me are aware that I get wired with nervous energy at the first game. I don’t want them to fail at anything. I don’t want them to go home thinking “we’re no good.” I don’t want them ever to feel embarrassed. Usually I am excited to see/hear what they do because I KNOW they are going to be incredible right out of the gate. Last night was not one of those times. Last night I was a nervous wreck. They weren’t ready; they didn’t have a single full rehearsal in 6 days; they had no idea what to do when the team scored; they had no idea how to get on and off the field. …and the list went on and on. I was a virtual train wreck heading for the end of the line that was hovering over the edge of an abyss.
(ok…perhaps a tad melodramatic….or not. I was a mess!)
And then they played the first note of the Overture after the auctioneer narration and the music box…and I giggled.
And then they played the final crescendo…and I chuckled.
And then they played Letter O of Masquerade…and I outright laughed.
And then they unloaded Malaguena…and I wished I had a horn so I could join the soloists on the sideline.
And then….postgame was even better.
Have a little faith. I didn’t yesterday. I had lost most of it. I was caught up in the insanity and lost sight of faith: faith in the one thing that has always been a constant for me—this band pulling up their boots by the bootstraps and ‘figuring it out.’
It was always there…I just couldn’t see it at first because I wasn’t looking hard enough….