It was around 6th grade when I started learning an instrument, and that instrument was piano.
- The teacher I had wasn’t good at all, he barely taught me anything.
But it was too late, I already loved playing the piano, even though when starting out, the sounds I made resembled a cat stepping on the piano. I knew my sister had a keyboard I could practice on, so once I was out of that class I was practicing at home. My mom noticed this and got me a piano teacher, who was much much better than my last one. My piano class took place in a large and mostly peaceful building. Almost always, I enjoyed my lessons. Except for last week, last week was utterly miserable. When I went into the building, I noticed immediately how extremely hot it was. I immediately requested air conditioning. My teacher sighed and told me he had been asked that 3 times today. The A/C machine wasn’t on because it was broken. My teacher continued by telling me he almost didn’t come in today, when he heard about the HVAC equipment being broken, and they already had 4 cancellations in lessons. It was apparently the last lesson of the day. I tried to focus, but I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, a very gross feeling. I did horrible things thanks to the lack of air conditioning, but thankfully my teacher didn’t blame me. We were both thankful to be done at the end of the day.