Things that are happening

first of all, how about this warm weather! It's like, sixty degrees out there! And you know what the funny thing is? IT'S ONLY FEBUARY! Oh yeah. Life is pretty awesome.


Now, on to buisseness.


I GOTS ME A PIANO TEACHER!
yes I do. Piano is the in thing these days. Ever since the 8th graders got that grand piano moved in there (like 5 years ago), people have been playing it like crazy. Even people who can't play piano. And they sound horrible. Anyways, I love to play, and I took lessons a while ago, so I know how. It used to be I could just print the sheets off the internet, then stand them up against my run down little brown piano and start playing. But alas, the sheets have gotten much harder, and I'm not exactly an expert at expert piano playing. So I mentioned this to my mom, and one day she shows up with the big news:

"I found you a piano teacher. She is russian. You will need to try really hard to understand her, but it's totally worth it."

This got me thinking:

piano teacher+ russian+ really bad accent + playing for 30 years = uh oh.


Now, I know what you're all going to say. dam l'kaschoos! But even so, I had a lot of time to think about it. So my mom said to prepare something to play for her, so she knows what I can do. I picked a song that I was comfortable with, starsong of course, and began to practice.

A few days later, the day of the meeting the piano teacher arrived. I nervously climbed into the backseat of my dad's car and tried to listen to my dad's country music, which he happened to be playing on maximum volume. Note: never try this again. Those songs got stuck in my head the whole Chumash test the next day.

Anyway, when we got there, we climbed to the top of a stairway, with was littered with high school kids who looked like they might be sleeping, and entered one of the apartments. There our ears were assaulted by a fast and violent piano melody. I sheepishly entered the next room (big and empty except for one piano in the center of it, in use). And there was my teacher, still russian. After exchanging some words with my parents, she invited me to take a seat on the piano seat with her. She then said:

"Now play for me something, so I can see what you can do."

And so I did. Of course I started off on the wrong note. But after that I went through the whole song without a single mistake. And then the lessons began. They weren't so bad, except she kept pronouncing third as 'firvd', so I kept getting first and third finger confused. But other than that, she was okay.


and now I don't feel like writing anymore. I think I'll go apply more ointment to my knuckles for a while.