It was around 6th grade when I started studying an instrument, and that instrument was piano, but the professor I had wasn’t wonderful at all, he barely taught me anything, and but it was too late, I already enjoyed playing the piano, even though when starting out, the sounds I made resembled a animal stepping on the piano, and i knew our 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 professor, who was much much better than our last a single.
My piano class took place in a sizable and mostly peaceful building, almost consistently, I enjoyed our lessons, however except for last week, yesterday was utterly angry! When I went into the building, I noticed immediately how harshly hot it was.
I immediately commanded a/c. My professor sighed and told me he had been asked that 3 times this week. The unit wasn’t on because it was broken. My professor continued by telling me he almost didn’t come in this week, when he heard about the HVAC unit being broken, and they already had 4 cancellations in lessons. It was obviously the last lesson of the morning. I tried to focus, although I could recognize the sweat beading on our forehead, a very gross feeling. I did horrible things thanks to the lack of a/c, but thankfully our professor didn’t blame me. The two of us were both thankful to be done at the end of the morning.