While a normally quiet and shy student does a strange dance, resembling a chicken’s strut, others circled my classroom, Kazoos blasting, and passers by looking in with astonishment and laughter.
Kazoo club has become reality. I didn’t realize it was a thing when the strutting student asked me to sponsor the club, nor did I take her seriously. A few weeks past and I noticed the yellow flyers posted around the building. It still didn’t sink in.
“Mr. Nelson. You excited for kazoo club,” chicken strutter asked.
“What,” I responded.
“Can’t wait for Kazoo club,” she said.
Much that came after was a blur. I was informed a group of students were waiting for me to pick them up from the cafeteria. When I entered, about 15 kids rushed by me with the type of excitement reserved for big game victories or award-winning moments, some brandishing those small plastic noisemakers.
On the way to my classroom, my co-workers’ eyes bulged from their sockets. Once in my room, the madness began. First came introductions, featuring nicknames, then came discussions on what music to play, such as the Backstreet Boys’ I want it that Way. They picked an initial song to practice, which I can’t recall at the moment because I’ve blocked some of the afternoon out, discussed the social media account they are creating or have created (I’m not sure), and then got to practice.
I did a lot of watching. In fact, I didn’t have to do anything. Their enthusiasm, which kept them in a constant state of chaos, didn’t need me interjecting. For them, it was pure enjoyment, from kids who normally keep to themselves and a small circle of friends.
My principal ensured me this club would be SBDM approved after getting past her good laugh at my expense. My initial reaction – a sarcastic “awesome.” However, I must admit. It was kind of fun, and I suspect all of those who passed by were not only entertained, but delighted to see what was happening.
Tuesday in a faculty meeting, it finally hit me. I would much rather be in Kazoo club. So this week, I will help them with some organizational issues, and sit back and watch poetry in motion, or ducks quacking uncontrollably – depends on mindset I guess. It can’t be any more difficult than the time I choreographed a dance performance for a group of boys to Michael Jackson’s Beat It, and who performed the routine in front of a packed auditorium of parents. Those who have seen me dance know how funny that must have been. Thank you YouTube. That was also one of those occasions I got asked a random question and said, “sure.”
I don’t know what’s going to happen with this Kazoo club, but I do know there is going to be a performance in the future. I also have earplugs and noise cancelling headphones, just in case.