wednesday rambles (hallway music)
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cepheiThere is almost nothing I enjoy more at my job than sitting by the front desk and listening to our students write music in the hallways.
The telephones are surprisingly quiet today, which is just as well because I've caught the bug that's going around the school and am fairly certain I sound like a man. If our admin assistant wasn't sick then I wouldn't have to worry about the phones, but she is (and has been the past two days) and I'm a nice person with a history of minding the phones for the last hour of the school day when it's needed.
Our School Director is rustling around, trying to leave for almost an hour like she does everyday. She walks out the front doors the same time as our buisness manager before walking back in because she parked on the other side of the building. The students sitting in the hall with their acoustic guitars send their farewell wishes a filth time as she passes. One of them starts a particularly complicated and fast series of chords that I can't identify, but remember from yesterday; It sounds beautiful and I feel incredibly ridiculous when my first thought is that it sounds like the wind in the middle of an open field.
The bell rings and the students rush the halls, some wave at me or call out greetings as they walk by.
Even though I can't hear it from where I'm sitting, I know classical music is playing through our PA system and it makes me smile.
The telephones are surprisingly quiet today, which is just as well because I've caught the bug that's going around the school and am fairly certain I sound like a man. If our admin assistant wasn't sick then I wouldn't have to worry about the phones, but she is (and has been the past two days) and I'm a nice person with a history of minding the phones for the last hour of the school day when it's needed.
Our School Director is rustling around, trying to leave for almost an hour like she does everyday. She walks out the front doors the same time as our buisness manager before walking back in because she parked on the other side of the building. The students sitting in the hall with their acoustic guitars send their farewell wishes a filth time as she passes. One of them starts a particularly complicated and fast series of chords that I can't identify, but remember from yesterday; It sounds beautiful and I feel incredibly ridiculous when my first thought is that it sounds like the wind in the middle of an open field.
The bell rings and the students rush the halls, some wave at me or call out greetings as they walk by.
Even though I can't hear it from where I'm sitting, I know classical music is playing through our PA system and it makes me smile.
