Thursday, 16 August 2007

Who to teach?

Sometimes my whole view towards people has me wondering whom I should be teaching music.

At the resort, I've been painting cabin no. 7 for two days now that the chinking is finally finished on it. Today, while I was working, four teenage girls and two teenage guys were slashing away at Guitar Hero and apparently thought I was spying inside. One of the girls ran up to the window, threw the curtains shut, and informed me that I wasn't allowed to be a part of the fun.

Ouch. I'm deeply wounded.

At the resort, it's been a bit confusing. I get along with most adult guests. And most kids seem to like me. I've had kids offer me cups of water, bottles of pop, even lunch. Even though I'm a guy, it's sort of hard not to melt when a little kid shyly looks up at me while I'm standing on a ladder, drenched in sweat, asking me if I'm thirsty.

The teenage and college-age kids have been a different story, however. Almost without exception, all of them have been either indifferent, incredibly obnoxious, or pretentious towards me. The indifference I can handle. I try to keep to myself while I'm working, anyway. And obnoxious, well, that's something I'm learning everyone is, including myself, often more than we'd ever care to admit. I don't like it, but I'm trying to handle it better. It's always nice when I can exchange a good laugh with Dick and Rose over something stupid from the guests.

And then there's pretentious... that DOES bother me. I did nothing to any of these guests, and in fact, the kind of work I've been doing on the cabin will help keep it from rotting and falling apart in years to come. Yet, somehow, I guess they're allowed that sense of superiority over me the resort worker because they're on vacation.

I loved the field placement with Secondary Block, but who knows. Maybe I should be teaching those younger kids... we're cool, at least at Peaceful Acres Resort.

Currently Listening Shepherd Moons By Enya How Can I Keep from Singing? see related