What’s a hot topic amongst piano teachers? It’s probably a pretty well-matched tug-of-war between make-up lessons and piano lesson payments. There’s nothing that gets us fired up more than a) losing our personal time and b) not being paid!
My motto is to be positive, as life is short – it’s very rare that you’ll see me dwelling on the negative… but at times I too feel like screaming to the wild Canadian breezes… “Would you please just cough up the cash?!!!”
And while there are literally hundreds of different policies, algorithms, wording, threats, mathematical sequences and iron-clad contract agreements that attempt to fix this problem, it comes down to one simple thing: you will deal with these problems at some point in your career.
So, instead of dwelling, we’re going to collaboratively complain… because if you can’t laugh about it you’ll drive yourself crazy.
As some of you know I’m a “poet who didn’t know it” (ha ha, yeah right) and our previous collaborative poem was a smash hit. So here we go again… we’re finding solace in knowing that this is a profession-wide problem… and that life. goes. on.
I’ll get us started and then we’d love for you to chime in with your own verse in the comment section below. We’ll choose one fantastic submission at random and the winner will receive a copy of The Curious Case of Muttzart and Ratmaninoff (the ultimate way to start your teaching day with a giggle).
Here we go!…
A Collaborative Poem
I have yet to find a teacher
with a page that didn’t feature
the why and how and when there should be money.
But yet the cheques they bounce,
and the clients do announce
that the payment will be made the week here after.
And so we still continue on
teaching their kids Ben and John,
and we do so ‘cuz we love those two to bits.
Yet when the Mom’s mercedes fades
(as she waves through Gucci shades)
we grit our teeth so hard they almost crumble.
And when Amy’s lesson’s done
and our evening’s just begun,
there’s no car there in the driveway to receive her.
So we sit and shoot the breeze
checking our watch thinking “Jeeze!”
Until her family ambles in to come collect her.
Then there’s “I forgot my cash!”
and “I’ll bring it in a flash…
but there’s a party so I’ll just subtract that lesson?”
And there’s “Henry’s feeling sick…
can we make this one up quick?”
And your smile, it is fading by the hour.
There’s phone calls, texts and emails
and reminders to the females
in each family ’bout the payments that are due.
And yet they somehow go un-read,
(what’s she reading, then, instead?)
And we start to think there’s got to be an answer.
But each time I do my shopping
and watch the girl there who is mopping
up the spilled and smashed display of mushroom soup,
as I hear her softly curse
(in a voice that is quite terse)
I’m reminded that each job has it’s own struggles.
So I’m asking all you teachers
“Hit the keyboard!” and let’s feature
the frustrations that you deal with day to day.
Cuz if we can’t all have a giggle
than those annoyances they niggle
and we need to do this all again tomorrow!
Okay TPT readers… let’s see your poetry chops! Write your own verse in the comment section below to be entered to win. If you’re already a proud owner of Muttzart and Ratmaninoff you can choose a different book in it’s place!