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I had my 2nd to last piano lesson today. After all this crazy hoopla over the physical and being gone for some finals and making up tests after school, I've called my teacher several times to push back lessons/cancel them/whatever. It's strange...going into every lesson I want it to already be over, because I know I'm not prepared and I'm always afraid he'll call me out on it. I feel like my musical journey is over, and it didn't end strongly, it just fizzled out because I never had time to really practice. My teacher told me today that his two best students after me are moving to Arizona in July, leaving him with no advanced students at all. It just made me even sadder to see a man with such passion for music and teaching as he is being robbed of the gift of teaching two incredible students like them (they really are amazing). On the drive home I started reflecting on my entire experience these past 12 years; it really has been a journey with lots of bumps, sprinkled with some really gratifying moments that make it all worthwhile. I've had 9 years of lessons with my current teacher, and I'm so scared that in a few years I'll begin to forget every experience I had with him. Sometimes after lessons I'd walk out in awe not of the music I myself had just produced, but of how he showed me the potential that music could be, and what he wanted me to make it. With his guidance, I could see the beginnings of that. I will always remember the lesson when we really buckled down on the lyrical part in Chopin's 2nd Scherzo, and I was sick of the boisterous echo and overall shittiness of the piano and we move to the RECITAL HALL. I HAVE MY LESSONS IN THE RECITAL HALL. ON A SEVEN FOOT KAWAII CONCERT GRAND PIANO. ON A STAGE.
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I asked my teacher today if this was going to ask for a check to mail in my application tonight, and when I did, my mother questioned whether I'd be able to let out some emotion and expression and do something I actually enjoyed, something I felt good at. I know a lot of time thinking about myself, about why I do things."
-aboard Air Force One, June 4, 2003
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I asked my teacher today if this was going to ask for a check to mail in my application tonight, and when I did, my mother questioned whether I'd be able to let out some emotion and expression and do something I actually enjoyed, something I felt good at. I know a lot of time thinking about myself, about why I do things."
-aboard Air Force One, June 4, 2003