A couple of years ago I was very concerned about my son. He seemed disinterested in anything other than gaming on his computer. He was lazy, his room was a disaster. That summer he was constantly wanting to go off to bush party’s at all hours. Trying to stop him nearly ended in fist fights between my son and I. At school his marks were in the low seventies and low eighties, I was at my wits end on what to do with him and thought very seriously about sending him to military school.
His mother decided to put him in the CCI music program. I remember when he walked into the house with a trombone, he said “all the cool instruments were gone so I ended up with this”. I had no illusions on how this was going to go, the bubble above my head said “I’ll give him a month”.
The weeks passed by, and to my surprise my son persevered. The sounds coming from his room went from being toneless and annoying to having a semblance of something sounding like music in a fairly short period of time. A month passed by and he was still playing his trombone. His gaming was at an all time low and the people he was starting to hang with were other kids from the music program, decent well-spoken kids from good family’s. By December it was time for the CCI Christmas concert. I normally hate those things. I am not one those parents that thinks anything my little snowflake does is perfect, in fact I am probably a little too critical of my kids at times (which is something I am working on).
I was expecting very little from this concert. My son was in C jazz and C band with all the other newbies they had been practicing from scratch for three months. So I sat with a sense of trepidation waiting for the concert to start. After C band started I was shocked, they not only sounded like a real band, they sounded rather good.
By Easter the following year, my son had been bumped from C jazz and C band to B jazz and B band. The next concert was a jazz set at the New Life Christian Church and was very enjoyable. By the beginning of the next school year Rory was getting mid nineties in his music and the rest of his grades were in the mid to late eighties. He had now been bumped up to A Jazz the only grade 10 kid in that group. Another Christmas concert came around this time with my son in the top stream of music at CCI again his progress was unbelievable. This past year I have seen him and the other A jazz group play probably four times and thoroughly enjoyed every performance. He is now getting in the very high nineties in music and low nineties in his other grades, he is also working towards starting a band up with a few of his buddies.
Last week I attended the 2015 Christmas concert a highlight for me was below:
A word of explanation: He dropped the slide from his trombone and bent it one hour before the concert and had to use an instrument he wasn’t used to so he missed a couple of notes.
In this space I am normally berating teachers. This time around I want to offer a very warm thank you to Mr. Hamlin, Mr. Bell and Mr. Clayton also volunteer Mr. Chambers. I don’t think I can overstate this enough, your hard work and dedication has changed my sons life.