My hotel
room is an open air tent with a cot, a gravel floor and no furniture. I’m
getting ready to teach an Orff workshop in China and am rifling through my
luggage looking for clean underwear that I forgot to pack. I was just told that
my class starts in two minutes and there is no time to eat breakfast. That’s
when I remember that I forgot to plan my class and don’t have the slightest
idea of what I’m going to do.
The
dream life of the traveling music teacher.
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