My History with Piano Teachers
My earliest memories of music would be the piano lessons I had as a kid (and still have now). I started piano when I was in around 5th grade . My teacher was a cranky, old woman who lived in a small house with pink and green walls. I’d always be nervous going to piano lessons with her, because, being a cranky person, she’d get mad at me often. She gave me candy after every lesson, though, if I played well that day. One day she noticed I was nervous about the lesson and she told me I’d get stomach ulcers if I was nervous. I don’t know if that was supposed to relax me or what. Eventually, I had to stop having piano lessons with her, because we were moving to another town. When my mom told her the news, the teacher didn’t show any understanding of the fact that we were moving; she got mad and said she had to pay for her bills for all her surgeries. What a strange lady. My next piano teacher was a nice young woman in Champaign. She gave us prizes for doing well, and ha