Thursday is piano lesson day. I have missed the last seven weeks of lessons. I have not practiced for the same amount of time. I sat down at the piano today at 10am next to my teacher, Ms. Wen, and struggled to remember what pieces I was suppose to be playing. Not a good scenario.
Earlier this week, I did think about quitting my lessons, mainly because of my embarrassment of not practicing at all for the past two months, but I didn’t because I finally like my piano teacher. Today at my lesson, she did make me feel bad about not practicing, but not so humiliated that I didn’t want to come back next week. Since I started taking piano lessons as an adult, I’ve had 4 teachers…
#1. Didn’t take me seriously at all and wanted to chat about gardening and would often call an hour before my lesson to switch the time.
#2. Very serious teacher who taught me pieces that were a bit of a stretch for me and so I struggled to use the pedal correctly for the first 8 measures of a piece for 10 weeks! I swear, I couldn’t really hear the differences in pedaling that I was suppose to do.
#3. Very young teacher, right out of music school. Pointed out the already known fact that I have no rhythm.
#4. My teacher now, pretty relaxed but also corrects my mistakes and technique in a way that I can manage.
I’m not a very good musician, I hope someday to find other people who are the same not-as-good to play with. I always have a problem finding this level of person. So I soldier on, maybe this will come to something.