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Reflective Essay On My Piano Teacher

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I had always enjoyed playing piano but was never dedicated to it which frustrated my piano teacher endlessly. She would tell me while I am a good player, I would be even better if I practiced. I never heeded her advice in the seven years she taught me. I never thought music would be taught formally to me after that. I was wrong. (1)

I was talking to my best friend Caitlin one day about a meeting I had with an administrator to choose my classes for the following year. (2)

“You have to join band!” she insisted. (3)

I hesitated. I had never played with other people before. Besides that, I was terrible at sight reading music plus a slow learner. I did not think I could keep up with everyone. Nevertheless, I would not pass up an opportunity to have a class with Caitlin, so I signed up for class. (3)

On the first day of school, I walked in anxious. The room felt like a foreign planet with its high ceiling and paneled walls. I sat down next to Caitlin in one of the many oddly backed chairs. The teacher Mrs. Lynn came in and took attendance. As she called each person, she would ask what instrument they played. It turned out that there were four piano players including myself. We were told that we would have to take turns playing the piano and keyboard. However, that didn’t mean we wouldn’t get to play at all when we weren’t at the piano. Instead, we would play one of the mallet instruments. That term baffled me. What was a mallet instrument? (4)

Luckily, I didn’t have to find

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