It Comes With The Job
One of the dangers of working at a high school is having to occasionally fix computers where students are. This isn’t too much of a problem, unless you’re talking about the music area. Installing software seems to take so much longer when you’re listening to a student trying to get the hang of a French horn.
Worse: listening to a student trying to sing “Music of the Night” from Phantom of the Opera and not only having difficulty with the notes but also pronouncing “garish” as “gorish.”
I swore I wouldn’t say anything, despite the urge of every fiber of my being, but as I was leaving, everyone else was, too, and I asked if she minded if I made one suggestion. I gave her the correction and she was grateful – apparently there’s some sort of competition coming up.
I felt bad and good afterwards. Bad because it wasn’t my place and someone surely would have caught it, but good because I was able to offer the correction not in front of anyone else (and therefore sparing her some embarrassment) and also because I was helping her (and therefore sparing her possible future embarrassment).
Teenagerhood is all about being embarrassed on a frequent basis though, isn’t it? I hope I haven’t ruined her!