I needed to go somewhere a bit off the beaten path, this morning, Brentfield primary school, to help give music workshops to fifth-years (roughly ten years old? That's only a guess). In lieu of comprehensive bus maps, Transport for London has the Routefinder; like Mapquest directions, only using public transport. So this morning I got off the train at Alperton station, like it said, took the 224 bus from stop B, like it said, and, lo and behold, ended up miles from where I needed to be. It turns out that the 224 stops at this particular stop in both directions (something I've never come across) because it makes a separate loop to (of all things) the local Sainsbury's. In any case, I was supposed to be at the school by 8:30, and by the time I figured out that I was on the wrong bus, crossed the street, waited for the 224 in the opposite direction, went back the way I came, made the loop to Sainsbury's, traveled the distance I had needed to in the first place, got off at the second Beresford Avenue stop (two bus stops, many blocks apart, same name?), and walked to the school, it was 9:15. I wasn't so much worried about being late (though I was) as I was frustrated with this particular gap in TFL's logic.
Enough of that... the actual workshop itself went quite well. I was less uncomfortable/annoyed with working with kids than I had anticipated, and the other team leaders (also RCM students) were great and easy to work with. At one point, I was asked to talk to the kids about being a composer (this on the heels of another leader's talk — on the saxophone — how could I follow gleaming gold keys, reeds, and smooth jazz?). I have a hard time conversing on the what, how, and why of composition with an adult; how does one explain it to 10 year-olds? I made my way through it okay, sputtered a bit, and was rescued by the workshop leader who was clearly more experienced in communicating with kids.
Next week, the workshop should be even better — you know, because I'll get there on time.