I teach in a small town without thousands of apartment options yet I do have thousands in student loans, so the answer to both conundrums is life in my childhood home with my two really gracious parents.
One of these really gracious parents, my dad, is just plain musical. He plays the piano for our church, fixes accordions in his spare time, and has a guitar he tinkers with (quite well, I might add) on occasion. One of our neighbors has been attempting to learn the guitar for a few years and visits once in awhile to show my family his progress. My dad, who does not devote nearly as much time to the guitar as our persevering neighbor, can play right along with him, prompting our neighbor to frustratingly tell his wife, “He doesn’t even need to practice! It just comes right to him.”
Friends, I am a growth mindset junkie, but the man has a gift.
Ever since the unboxing of my ukulele last week, I have grown new empathy for my neighbor. My dad seems to think that this new instrument is ours, and he can pick it right up (in more than one sense).

Because I am to be dependent on online resources, I have refused my dad’s know-how again. And again.
Other than correctly placing the battery in the tuner for me, my dad has watched his firstborn struggle with tasks he could easily complete. While I almost started to wish he could just show me, I reminded myself of the goodness found in productive struggle. Learning a ukulele on my own was not going to be an easy task, and I wanted to develop the perseverance that I would surely need throughout the process.
Did you know that students who have had the opportunity to fail and problem solve tend to “transfer the knowledge they’ve gathered more effectively than those who were the passive recipients of someone else’s expertise” (Paul, 2012, para. 4)? It is good for me to struggle.
As the student, I feel a little frustrated but also empowered. I am excited by each new chord I learn, having done so without someone positioning my fingers.
But most days I am the teacher, so I can relate to how hard it must be for my dad to watch me be challenged without flying in like Superman with his musically-gifted-cape.
Okay, but what exactly did I learn?
A week ago at this time, I knew nothing about the ukulele other than its name.
Today, I can tune one.
It was a rocky process. Using the electric tuner provided and a Ukulele Teacher video, I tuned all four strings until the tuner light glowed green. However, after noticing that my strums didn’t sound like the teacher’s, I realized that I had been holding the ukulele in opposite hands than the instructor and thus had tuned the entire thing upside down. I thought my dad was going to cry.
I then searched for a YouTube video that taught the absolute basics: from how to hold the instrument correctly to strumming instruction. I found the approach I needed in Cynthia Lin Music.
She has a series of 6 beginner videos that build on each other, teaching various chords and techniques along the way. It’s gold.
The OokTown podcast has been fun to listen to– who knew there was such a passionate crowd of ukulele fans in the world?– but I have not yet explored the website’s video lesson component.
Future Strums: I have decided to learn to play “Three Little Birds” and “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” I think the positive message in each will bring a happy spark to my classroom Morning Meetings.
Stay tuned– pun intended.
Reference:
Paul, A. M. (2012, April 25). Why floundering is good [Electronic version]. Time.
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