My wifey may be one of the only humans on earth who can utter the phrase “I have a songwriting degree as well as I work in my own field!” He unquestionably is a successful professional songsian – I know. It’s certainly not normal at all. He works throughout town as a teacher for ladies of all levels, from elementary school kiddos up to university grad students at the school where he teaches most of his classes. He’s quite successful in almost anyone’s eyes… except his own. He’s super critical of himself, as well as it doesn’t help much that sporadically his sites of work are less than ideal. One place, for instance, has been renovating their songs building for some time now, so all of the students have to take classes in makeshift trailers.Of course, he is stuck in a single of these teen-tiny, metallic moderate boxes all afternoon while he attempts to teach spoiled-brat children percussion. It’s no wonder he has some hangups about his place in the world at large when he’s shunned to this metal oven through the pounding afternoon sun, as well as always being expected to teach through his sweat somehow. The students don’t recognize as if they can do their best in this blazing moderate environment, either. The little munchkins all get so overheated that they become dizzy as well as faint from the constant heat as well as stagnant air quality. He’s asked them to upgrade the old air conditioning units that are supposed to be cooling off each little portable room, but the university has refused to invest in new air temperature control units since this is a temporary issue. I suppose a single day he’ll be able to get work wherever he wants, but for now he unquestionably has to pave his way with sweat.