...with the sound of music...

Room 106 is alive...with the sound of music...

I love music.  I sing all day, every day.  Some are Ms. Preppy originals and others are Dr. Jean.  Either way, it's fun and makes my day much brighter.  I'm definitely all about keeping the arts in schools.  But I have a feeling that the kind of musicalness I've experienced as of late isn't what all those "save the music" people have in mind...

So I'm doing calendar.  Same thing happens every day:  I want to know how many days are in a week and what's so special about Saturday and Sunday.  But today was different.  I called on someone with their hand raised oh so nicely when bam! all of a sudden Rihanna took control over one of my friends and I heard "Cheers to the freakin' weekend..."  Straight-faced, I flashed my teacher look and asked when Rihanna joined my class.  I really wanted to laugh and be all, "I drink to that...yeah-e-yeah!"   

In a separate, unrelated incident, I was in the middle of a following directions activity and asked my kiddos to get out a black and... Before I could tell them what other color to find in addition to black, guess what I heard?  {Yeah, you know what it is...}  "Black and yellow, black and yellow..."  No, Mr. Khalifa, not black and yellow.  You don't know what it is.  What I want is black and purple, black and purple...

And then the other day I was able to fit in a little uh, music history lesson.  We count to 100 every day and it never fails.  I have at least one who loudly counts, FIDDY, FIDDY-ONE, FIDDY-TWO, FIDDY-THREE, FIDDY-FOUR, FIDDY-FIVE, FIDDY-SIX...  So I decided to tell them about the day when I {almost} met Mr. Cent himself.  I went to see Chelsea Handler {who totally needs to have an all teacher round table.  For which I could probably find time in my schedule to participate.  My agent's information is listed in the Contact section.  Have your people call my people.}  Anywho, I went to see Chelsea and was on like the tenth row on the floor.  Amazing.  So I'm sitting there and all of a sudden people start pointing.  It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...50 Cent?  The rapper?  What?!  This was a few weeks before news of their "relationship" broke so he was kind of out of place standing off to the side between her bald brother and Sarah Colonna.  Later when I saw Ryan Seacrest try to act like it was something new I was all, Dude, that's sooo three weeks ago.  I saw them together in Nashville.  Find some other breaking news...  Back to Fiddy at the Chelsea show.  So people start going up to him and I'm like, this is my chance to be the COOLEST teacher EVER.  I'm going to get a picture and an autograph.  Then everyone starts walking back to their seats.  No pictures, no autographs.  How sad.  I debated going up to him and telling him it was for the kids.  But he's slightly intimidating.  Afterall, he is named after a currency amount.  Not just anybody can pull that off.  Even though I didn't get a picture or autograph, the simple fact that I was *this close* to him makes me crazy cool with the primary kids.  They sat there wide-eyed and silent {for the first time all day}, just taking it all in.  So that was my music history lesson for the day.  I'll make sure the music teacher knows to thank me later.  And not only was it music history, it was also math content.  You know, money. 

See.  No one can say I'm not doing my part to keep music in schools and teach about the great composers.  Even when I'm not trying, my classroom ends up like an episode of Glee (or a more gangster version of Glee...).