Tell us a moment or an incident that you treasure — not necessarily because it brought you happiness, but because it taught you something about yourself. Photographers, artists, poets: show us LEARNING.
“Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy! Did you practice at all? Sit up straight! Do you see that rest? You’re pounding! Staccato! Curved fingers!”
No piano teacher had ever scolded me so harshly. Mrs. Ruth had me in tears. She wasn’t about to waste her time on lazy students. I had better get serious or quit right now.
She was the piano nazi. I was too scared to quit.
I only cried that one time. After less than a year with Mrs. Ruth, when I played before judges at an audition, I was rated “excellent” and told I had “very fine ability”.
I was never more proud of a piece of paper. I was an average student, a troubled teen from a twice broken home. It felt good to be deemed excellent at something.