Oh To Be A Fly On The Wall

I wish everyone could be a fly on the wall during my student's lessons. What memories each one brings. Like the Asian lady and her diction---fwee, instead of three. Like the texts I got from two of my students away on a choral competition. Like the brilliance of the eyes at the prospect of a new book. Like the boundy personalities. Or even the look of disappointment at being chided! AH....what memories....what special individuals.

Oh to be a fly on the wall at my own lessons. Here recently I truly have wondered if my teacher feels the same way towards me that I feel towards some of my student---both the joy and the disappointment.