That monthly roll-over
So it’s November already! And with the turn of the month, I feel it’s only right to update my blog. 
In truth, I’ve had many occasions where I’ve wanted to post something, but inevitably something got in the way (e.g. I forgot, I was at war with the computer again, I forgot again…) No excuses this time! Ha ha!
…Only now it seems I don’t have much to say. Why is that? Perhaps it’s because I’m distracted by the small children running around, eating anything they can put in their mouths, playing the piano, asking for candy (and probably sneaking some while I’m not looking), and otherwise breaking my train of thought. But it’s all good. 
Truth is, I like having them around. I’m babysitting a little girl (11 mo. old) in Fishers every other Wednesday night now, and her mom was worried that after all the children I see during the week that I’d be sick of them by the time I got to her house. The weird thing is, I’m not. …It probably helps to have different children to look after - ya know, a little variety - but I really like babysitting!
That’s part of why I became a Music Education major in college, really. I thought, “I love music, and I love kids… How ’bout Music Ed.?” Now, on the other side of college, I still love music, and I still love kids, but apparently there is something more required to be a music teacher, something I lack. There are those who would disagree.
I went to the Fall Choral Concert at ISU last Friday night. I talked to some of my professors and some of my friends who are (surprise) still there. I even saw one of my former students there (from when I was student teaching at North Central)! He was surprised to hear that I’m not teaching. He said I was good (even though Mrs. Wiehe wouldn’t let me do anything) and that some of the CounterPoints still talk about one of the lessons I did with them. (That was nice to hear, but the CPs were the good kids! I’d be surprised if the Allegros were doing the same.) My friends were surprised that I wasn’t teaching. Dr. Buchanan made sure to toss in, “Still plenty of teaching jobs available!” I got to talking to Dr. Sullivan (dept. chair and my music history prof.) and admitted that I worried about being a disappointment to everyone. I really appreciated his response: “No one could be disappointed in you, Katie.” …I’m sure it’s stretching the truth a bit, but…
It’s just that… I was a promising student; I’m sure they had high hopes for me. But I’ve only ever been a good student. The student thing I’ve got down. The teaching thing (at least in the formal setting) seems beyond me. I can’t seem to make people understand that. So I get the shock, surprise, and sighs when they find out I’m not teaching and don’t intend to. As if I’ll never live up to my full potential if I never teach.
…But I don’t believe that. I believe God has something greater in store for me. And if I’m following His lead, I will never be a disappointment. At least not to Him. And in the end, He’s really the only one who counts.