I guess the good thing is that all bets are off and my only job is to make them regret losing me. Unfortunately, I have a hunch that the "real" music teacher, the Thai lady in the classroom who is married to the director of the school, is beyond recovery, and she's the one who matters. Something about calling out the musical shortcomings doesn't sit well, I'm guessing: in the class before I was dismissed, I noticed her cringing every time I said, "What's the name of this note? .... Anyone? .... .... No, not G, how about ssssssssss.... .... ssss ssss .... YES! C!" or just gave up on, "How many beats does it get?" Whether such concepts as pitch, rhythm, or counting are simply Western affectations or gross lacunae, I would probably be somewhere between embarrassed and uncomfortable if my sixth-year students couldn't identify middle C or a quarter note.
What's more, I'll be expected to train up the person they hire based on ads for a "music teacher." Maybe that's why I haven't seen old lesson plans or spoken with former music teachers....
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