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Day Twenty Seven (Year Four)

Sort of started the switch between lesson binder and studio prep today.  I got around to the very beginnings of packing up my music collection.  I had found a really cool crate the other day that just happens to fit all of my vinyl, so that got officially packed today, and I started the process of packing CDs.  Just barely, mind you, but I started it.

Taught the last lesson for one of my students today.  I'm really proud of the progress she made in a year!  Tomorrow I've got a bit of transcribing to do for my other last lesson of the week.  It has been an amazing experience teaching for the past year, and I'm sure that during the three years in Dubuque I will do more of it, but at the same time, I'm really looking forward to setting up the studio, keeping on with the lesson binder, and working on some stuff for me.  Of course, I say that, and then someone will ask me to teach immediately after we get to Dubuque, and I won't be able to say no.

I'm kicking myself tonight for not staying up a bit later yesterday.  Right after I posted last night there was something else I wanted to include, and I thought to myself that I'd have something cool to mention tonight... and now I don't remember what it was!

I'll think of it tonight... again after I post, of course.

Long day full of packing boxes, with another one tomorrow.  Time to sleep.  I'll do better tomorrow, I promise.

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