I was talking with Sloan today and she was telling me about her last piano lesson.
I had NO IDEA what she was talking about. Some new concept she is learning about notes being named V8 and M2 or some crazy thing. But she ran over time last week and as I sat tapping my foot in my car, her very patient instructor took the extra time to explain it to her instead of booting her out to sit on the front porch.
Yes. Her old instructor used to have her students sit on the front porch until their EXACT lesson time and then back on the front porch if the parent wasn't there to pick them up.
One time she got up from the bench in the middle of Sloan's piece to walk across the room and pick up a piece of lint on the floor.
But I digress...
So she was explaining that her instructor had asked her, "Do you understand?"
and she said, "No." So he explained it until she got it.
She told me she NEVER would have told her old instructor that she didn't understand out of pure fear.
After months of torture, tears and tyranny...(really) we switched instructors.
Now she is zooming along, back to having fun, enjoying piano and progressing nicely.
All with NO FEAR.
Beware ye of thee piano instructor! Lest ye fall into the abyss of musical fear!
Whatever. I am just SO HAPPY that she is where she is with who she is doing what she is.
And that's all folks.
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