I teach on Saturdays. I started with four divine girls aged 8 - 12. Three of them are playing in a music festival on Monday; a repertoire class, so there is a lovely mixture of Pam Wedgwood and more 'classical' stuff. These kids take preparation for performance seriously, so their playing was breathtaking. The fourth, the 8 year old, was openly under-practised but hey, she is 8 years old and usually works well. She is a real cutie as well, so who cares?
Then came a young woman working on Mozart's D minor Fantasy. Lovely playing; lots of suggestions for musical improvements to a highly receptive lady. Great.
Following up came a man in his early 40's, who began learning as an adult. He made an excellent fist of Bergmuller's L'Orage; lots of positive musical suggestions there.
Finished with a stunningly clever 12 year old. The regular pupil of a colleague, I teach her theory in prep for the great grade 5 in a few weeks. A little charmer with a wicked sense of humour and so clever that I only ever have to tell her anything once.
What a pleasing day. Am I lucky to be doing this job, or what?