It was a rainy morning and the children, mainly boys with various learning difficulties, refused to settle for the start of the lesson. As an inexperienced teacher, I tried every means to get them to be 16 , but in vain. my panic was rising and I could feel my heart beating wildly. This was the 17 of my job as a music teacher, I thought—teaching was not for me. Then I had an idea. Hoping that no one would notice that I was 18 inside, I threw my voice as far as it would reach: “Put your heads on the desks and close your 19 ! We are going on a journey.”
20 , the children fell silent. “Now what should I do?” I thought to myself. Reaching over to my collection of CDs, I blindly 21 , put it in the machine and played it.
Obediently (顺从地), my class lay their heads on their desks, closed their eyes and 22 . When the music started, the room was filled with the most beautiful tones and musical colors I could have ever imagined. All the children were 23 . When the music finished, I asked them all to raise their 24 slowly so that we could share our musical journeys.
At this point, when all the children were willing to share their experiences, I began to learn how to 25 . The music allowed me to learn that teaching is about sharing and respect, tears and smiles, the knowing and the 26 and, most of all, an understanding of each other. This was the power that 27 in the classroom could have.