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I had my first lesson with my old teacher on thursday and, already, I'm ten times more motivated than I ever was before. Hopefully I'll be able to get back into piano and love it as much as I used to. What a change from the uncaring, uninvolved teacher I've had for the past year and a half. Carmen, my current teacher, just cares so much about what I'm playing and how I'm doing. And she expects so much from me that I really don't want to disappoint her. So I practice.
School is . . . interesting . . . now. Since I'm playing only bassoon in school, I have to be in the wind ensemble. Oh, Mr. Peaknuckle(names have been changed to protect the idiots)! Poor thing. He's a conductor, yet he has tempo and meter problems. He's also ridiculously corny and long winded. He feel that it's necessary, at least once during every rehearsal, to lecture the band on our "energy" and our "effort" and our "attention." Meanwhile, at least 15 minutes of rehearsal time is wasted. But it's not as if anyone in the band will object to that.
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