Yesterday I had what realistically is probably my last viola lesson with my current teacher. Probably . . . realistically . . . clearly I don’t want this to have been my last lesson. Qualifying adverbs much? We left it open that as moving day approaches, if I want some time to do something hands-on that uses a different part of my brain than packing and decluttering (like, I dunno, PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT?), I should come over and have another lesson. She’ll be there.
Last lessons are tough. When I had my last lesson with my piano teacher, I cried for an hour.
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I haven’t cried yet, but I’m still in denial. I might still go back for one more lesson! It also helps that a friend I met online who lives near to where I’m moving, recommended me his teacher, who sounds great. So maybe it will be a smooth transition.
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I hope so! My teacher left the month before I left to be an exchange student, and I never resumed lessons on my return.
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