[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]There’s been a much-talked-about study done by the Grattan Institute that 40% of Australian students are disengaged in the classroom. Not all of them are being disruptive, but often just drifting off, apparently. And this makes them up to two years behind where they should be with their learning. (If you haven’t read it you can go here…)

I have heard all sorts of discussions about this report on the air-waves. There have been discussions about how teachers need to make lessons more engaging. (It’s always up to the teachers, isn’t it?). Teachers need more training and mentorship for older teachers. (See my previous comment again.) I’ve heard from politicians that this is a terrible statistic. (Well, they are right. It is.)

What I haven’t heard is something that goes like this….

Over the last ten years or so, there has been less and less emphasis placed on the creative arts in the school learning process. The new Edubuzzword is STEM. All about literacy and numeracy. Bit of science too. As one principal put it to me once ‘I’m here in the business of getting children to read. Not getting them to be musicians.’ So most lessons in schools, most days focus on reading and writing and maths. (I’m going to climb on my soapbox and talk about music programs, because that’s what I know. But that’s not to say that visual art and drama doesn’t do the same thing.)

Children who participate in regular, interactive music classes read better. Yep, there’s been studies done. Google it if you don’t believe me. But that’s it, in a nutshell. They also speak better, concentrate more, have better motor skills and better mental health. ALL of the things I’ve mentioned allow children to re-engage with schooling. I see this EVERY DAY I teach. Mostly with boys, or children who struggle with conventional learning.

So why isn’t this being discussed? Why isn’t music and visual art and drama being brought back into the curriculum? I can remember the lessons I loved at school. And they were not maths and English (until year 11 when I had a phenomenal English teacher – but she taught us in a very unconventional way. I’ve not seen anyone else like it…). They were music and drama. And then science. What did you love the most?

Here’s what I see…. I see kids walk into music classes and they are dopey. They are tired. They’ve been sitting at a desk for a long time. They’ve worked as hard as they can. And then they sing, or drum. They smile and laugh. They learn – actively, noisily, as a team. And then they go back into class, and they are invigorated. And isn’t that what we are after here?

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I am fortunate to live not-very-far from a fabulous Iyengar yoga studio. In fact, I am incredibly fortunate. The teaching there is extraordinarily good. I go there a lot to practise. A few people have wondered why I go to the studio to practise – I mean, can’t I do it by myself at home? And they are right. I could now, I guess. But I go there because once I walk in, I practise being absent. Well, not totally absent, as in away-with-the-faeries, or I’ve-had-a-lobotomy absent. But without judgement. And without ego.

I didn’t start yoga to be able to do this. I started it because I had a sore back. And then I got incredibly hooked on the precise learning that was required of me in classes. I liked that, as it was what I do as a cellist, and as a teacher. And although I found it frightening, I thought that doing something that took me out of my comfort zone regularly would make me a more empathetic teacher. (It has, by the way.)

In the studio, from the top down, there is no judgement from any of the teachers. They are there to guide you – to push you a little some days, to nurture you on other days, and to make you smile. There is no ‘wrong’. There is no ‘try harder’. There is just instruction with fairness (and kindness). And when I realised that, it was a huge relief. One day I went to practise after a huge day of rehearsals. I felt like I had nothing left within me. Essence-of-Rachel was all used up. And I practised without comparing me to anyone. I was completely internal.

What a revelation that was.

We don’t do this, much. Well, at least I don’t. I look at people – I see what they are wearing. Do I like it? Would I wear that? I listen to what they are saying – do I agree? Do I want to talk to them more? I read books, or listen to music – do I like this writer or performer? I judge and compare. I don’t think this is wrong. I was also brought up in a competitive learning environment. I knew who was at the top of the class. I wanted to get a distinction in cello recitals. This judgement is good in a way – it makes me discerning and hard-working. I learn from myself by judging my actions.

But sometimes NOT judging is excellent. And there’s a time in one’s practise as a musician where you need to stop judging, and start creating. And take risks. And do it without ego. To be absent.

And I have learned that from my yoga teachers. And I practise it when I go there and listen to them in the beautiful space that is the yoga studio.

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I have an excellent friend who is a self-taught flute player. He’s a good player, and is a very clever man, so approaches his playing with great intelligence. He listens to all sorts of music, and really thinks about what he hears, so his ideas are always developing. But he’s had very few traditional ‘lessons’. I coach him from time-to-time, and last year I played continuo for him in a Bach sonata.

As we were rehearsing, I didn’t say a lot, as I didn’t think it was my place. I was his continuo player, and he was the main voice. But I played for him as I would a professional performer. I came to the first rehearsal with everything ready to go at tempo, having pulled apart my part and was ready to really rehearse. This is the way I was trained by my teacher in London. I believe it shows respect for my fellow musicians, and also the music I am playing. Some people don’t approach rehearsals like this, but I do.

This week, over dinner, he was talking about the effect that my playing had had on him and how it had really hoicked him into shape – it had raised his playing to another level. I was delighted. And it got my thinking about the musicians that have raised my playing to a new level, or the things I have done to raise my playing – recording, playing Bach suites with a percussionist, touring, learning to re-arrange things and then perform them.

It made me realise how important it was,for any musician, professional or amateur to allow themselves to be totally lifted up by their bootstraps by another player, or an experience, and how important that is. To not play with players who don’t think. Or who think they are better than they are. To try new repertoire and new playing combinations. To perhaps play with a baroque bow. To not grow stagnant.

Thank you to the players who did this to me. Who forced me to do things I didn’t want to do. Who suggested pieces that terrified me. Who took things at tempi I wasn’t comfortable with. Who hoicked me into shape.

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]It’s the New Year. A time to reflect on what I did last year (good grief! Was it really that much?), and to have a think about what 2017 might be like. For those of you that know me, I love a good list. I’ll make a list about anything – jobs to do on a particular day, things I’d like to teach, movies I want to watch, as many famous Finnish people as I can think of….

So I thought I’d make a list of things I’d like to make happen in 2017. In no particular order. Who knows if they will happen….

  1. Learn Bach’s sixth cello suite. I haven’t really done this properly. Ever. It’s really hard.
  2. Garden more. I love being able to stick my hands in the dirt. I don’t do it enough.
  3. Stop getting angry about the state of music education in this country to the point that it makes me cry.
  4. Be able to do urdhva dhanurasana in a yoga class. (It’s ‘wheel’ pose for those of you who don’t know your sanskrit.) Also I need to stop shirking backbends…
  5. Fly in a helicopter. Just once.
  6. Laugh more and worry less.
  7. Go to England to see old friends and my family over there and eat lots of Lion Bars, Topic Bars and Revels that haven’t spent ages in shipping containers.
  8. Be able to stop a bit more. I am terrible at this. As in NOT work, or practise, or send emails.

And that’s it, I think. There’s probably other things. I could hope for world peace, I guess, but I think it’s going to need more that me working on that to fix things. I’ll just stick to music teaching. And I’d like the government to be a bit more responsible, honest and human-like – but I don’t think that’s going to happen. I’ll just stick to my 8 things….

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]It’s the end of the year. And like most teachers at the end of the year, I got sick. After three-and-a-half days in bed, I went to the doctor, and I was diagnosed with bronchitis. This made me feel a bit less like a malingerer, and more like a genuinely sick person. I’m now on fairly strong antibiotics – I can’t go out in the sun (so I am now a coughing vampire), can’t lie down after I’ve taken them for a few hours and feel slightly stoned. I keep talking rubbish (well, more rubbish than normal) – forgetting words, mixing up sentences. But I’m getting better.

I was back in a school on Monday where the kids are a bit tricky. I maybe shouldn’t have gone back to teach that day, but I was getting bored at home (I’m a terrible patient). My voice was a bit croaky, and I was still coughing enough to give myself a headache. But I went. In comes year 6. They haven’t been very well-behaved at the moment. I feel sorry for most year 6 kids at this point in the year. They are going off to high school, so everything will be changing. There’s lots of hormones racing around their bodies…. Not a place I’d like to be. So a lot of them are teary, or nervous, or angry. Nearly all of them are worn out, so they are slightly hysterical.

The conversation I had went like this…. “So, year 6. I am sick. I’m pretty worn out, and I don’t want to be cranky with you. I’ve loved teaching you, especially this year, and I don’t want to finish by having to be grumpy. If you don’t want to be here, you can go to kindergarten. You won’t get into trouble – I just don’t want to battle with you.”

Pause.

No-one moves.

So I continue with the lesson. It’s one of the nicest lessons I’ve had with them for a while.

At the end a number of them come up to me “Feel better soon, Rachel!” “See you next week!” “Have a good rest!”

These are kids who are naughty. They get into trouble. Right-wing radio shock-jocks would call them scum. And yet, when they are treated like grown-ups, they are lovely. They are kind. They are considerate. They do their best.

Everybody lives up to the expectations that are placed on them, don’t you think?

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