Sob! Last night… sob! Okay, I’ll start again. Last night Cappers joined a choir of 1000 childr – sob!
Last night Cappers joined a choir of 1000 children and it was very, very beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that I have a little teary moment every time I think of it. I always tear up when kids do good things.
It was the shiny kids and it was also the teachers. Don’t you just want to bawl your eyes out when you think of what some people do for your kids? I had goosebumps rippling every time I looked at Cappers’ teacher Mrs B, up there in amongst the kids, singing her heart out. And believe me, Mrs B is generally not the type to inspire goosebumps.
But she inspires other, more important, things, as so many teachers do. This lady who gave up her early mornings every Friday before school since the beginning of time (sure felt that long to me). She achieved the amazing feat of getting 28 kids into the Opera House in the pouring rain and melted into a cast of 1000 not once but twice (dress rehearsal Sunday). 28 kids all choreographed, harmonised, costumed and smiling gleefully as they belted out long and involved songs while shaking ribbons on wrists and clacking white sticks like nobody’s business. And still she was there cheering a job well done to the kids at 11pm last night when she successfully brought them all back down to their waiting parents. A job well done indeed.
Aw, teachers, huh? I can’t help gushing, I love them so. I mean, they do my head in on a regular basis, what with their general lack of organisation, their funny little old-fashioned schooling ways and their inaccessible mobile numbers. And don’t get me started on the ‘half conversations’ where they won’t just come out and say what the actual problem is or even admit that there could possibly be a problem in the first place –
I digress.
Those kids. Those kids were amazing and the night was splendid and in the end all the grumpiness I felt at the ridiculousness of running a school event until 10.30 pm at night at the Opera House (which as we all know is in the middle of absolutely nowhere) such that I had to down a $27 bottle of Peroni* in the Opera Bar prior to the event just to be going on with – and where I bumped into Mrs Woog who looked completely nothing like a grandmother – all that faded with the bars of the first song that beautiful 1000-strong choir sang.
Grumpiness replaced by goosebumps. I’ll take that any day of the week.
* Bottle of beer may have been $9.50 but that’s still ridiculous, right?