GET IT, SON.
I kid. Sorta.
I'm ready for the "The saga continues..." post, Shour.
Ask and you shall receive.
On Friday, the new school was holding open house after professional development ended, and Bianca had to be back on her campus that afternoon to get her orchestra room ready for parents to see. When PD ended on our campus, I stayed to do a little paperwork in my room, then decided to drive over to the new campus to 1) check out the new digs 2) see how Bianca is doing (honestly, she's in a lousy situation and I want to help her as much as I can this year), and 3) mmmmmmmmaybe say hi to Mia if she's around.
After I arrive on the new campus, I meet up with Bianca. Her chairs and her desk are unpacked. Her five instrument racks are still in crates, packed and yet to be assembled (school on Monday! *thumbs up*). A stand rack is in pieces in one of the closets. There are parents and students wandering around looking for their rooms. I check the band room to say hi to the band directors. Some of my now-former students have found there way here, so I greet them. A couple of them wander by the door, then come in to see me.
"Mister! They didn't put me in band! They put me in choir!" I explain to them that sometimes they couldn't make the schedule work, or that they might change it. If they can't change their course to band, then they should stay in choir, because music is important, I say.
Then I get an idea. Now I've got a legitimate reason to go talk to Mia.
"Hey there...some of my students just informed me that they're going to be in YOUR class instead of band. I can give you a full report on each kid if you find out on Monday who they are, and email me their names."
15 minute casual conversation initiated! (In between questions from kids and parents, of course.)
Yesterday, after rehearsal at church, I trek out to the campus again to help Bianca. When I arrive, she's halfway through with her stand rack...all of this stuff is easily a two-person job...I can't imagine anyone assembling rehearsal equipment alone. I help her finish it, and we get started on a violin/viola rack. WHAT. A. PAIN. >_< We're 45 minutes in, and halfway through, when she stops.
"Wait, why are you helping me?"
"Because this sucks, and you don't need to do it alone."
"No! Mia has to assemble five sets of choir risers all by herself, and I know she can't do it. Get over there!"
"But--"
"No. I'll finish this, go find Mia."
Mia is in her room. She's doing paperwork. She's stressing a little. She doesn't even want to attempt the risers, but we end up making small talk anyways. Half an hour later, she has to run to the front office. I return to help Bianca for a bit. when 3pm rolls around, I decide to leave, since I have a dinner party to attend that evening. I go to say goodbye to Mia and wish her luck. I end up talking to her for ANOTHER 30 minutes. This time we start talking about church, praise and worship, Romans 8 versus Hebrews 10 (a
very intense subject for me)...this girl is the real deal, not no Christian-in-name-only!
(Still a dozen years younger, though.)
She laughed at my jokes. *shrug*
I'm thinking of dropping by on Tuesday and seeing if she's interested in catching the local Gilbert and Sullivan production this weekend. I mean, she teaches choir, right? She's got to have some appreciation for Gilbert and Sullivan! Then again, I don't want to approach too quickly. I'd much rather be friends first, and I don't want her to think that I just want to jump into dating her right off the bat. Although if I asked her and she said no at this point, it wouldn't be so bad, because I'm not deeply invested yet. I dunno. Gonna just have to pray about it.
Aaaaaanyways. That's where the saga currently stands. I probably shouldn't blab about it so much, because I'm just going to end up jinxing it.