The secret is out. I am not perfect. And I can say that I don't want to be, but I do! I HATE making mistakes. I hate getting upset. I REALLY hate making mistakes.
In my book one of the worst mistakes you can make when working with kids is forgetting someone's award at a awards event. I know how much it hurts the kids and it hurts me just as much because I beat myself up about it.
Tonight I missed a jazz band student and a percussion student. Aaaarrrrggghhhh! That drives me absolutely crazy. And then I got chided by a mother who thought that I had forgotten her child as well. Unfortunately that child did not qualify, but I still feel badly. Aaaaarrrgggghhhh!!!!!!!
And I am also mad that I let things get to me. Another mistake. That mom got to me, but not as much as the people who I have worked with for the last 10 months who now don't even bother to say "hi" to me because I am no longer part of the group. What I have to say to them should not be in print. Too rude. I hope they don't need anything in the near future. I'll forget in a couple of months because that is just how I am. But I am ticked off tonight.
So. . . I guess I am perfect. Perfectly disgusted. With them. And myself.