Well... at least no random teacher walked by asking me if I was a student. I'm sure I probably do look high school-aged sometimes, but being taken for a middle schooler would have been reeeeeally bad. :)

But yeah. The student that was supposed to show up didn't show up, but another kid came out of nowhere. It was weird. But oh well. She was a nice kid. But note to self: when a seventh grader hands you a wad of crumpled-up money, make sure you count it before said seventh grader leaves. Yeah... We'll just fix that next time. And hopefully, I'll get more students. Even ones that show up randomly would be nice. Money is good. Money will be good on Tuesday if the one middle schooler that didn't want to come on Thursdays comes here, after Flute Student's lesson. Soon I'll be teaching two lessons in a row. Damn. Sarah the flute teacher. Damn. Yeah.

My mango smoothie is calling my name. Mmmyes. So flute sectionals, then Friends, then a whole lotta ethnomusicology reading. Fuuuun stuff. Have a mangoriffic evening all. :)

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