Oh Honey!

"Honey, no your wrong. You started taking piano from me in 5th grade."


"No, it was 2nd grade. That's when I moved here."


"Honey no! That's not right! I am right! I am always right. You started her in 5th grade, I remember."


Each Monday is a new surprise. I get out of the car and slowly, and dreadfully walk into my piano lesson. Always wondering what my teacher is going to be saying to my older sister when I get there. What could she possibly be teaching my sister about this week? Defiantly not piano..I know her to well. It must be another life lesson, another do this, and don't do that. She seems to have everything figured out. Anything from piano, telling me how to improve on my violin, raising a family, what my family should do, anything you bring up. You know it will last the whole lesson. I know everything about her life, and her kids. I've heard the stories ten times each.  


Every week I'm supposed to have a half an hour lesson. Usually, the piano part is about 10 minutes, and my life-lesson for the week is 30 minutes. So by the time, my sister has had a life-lesson and I have had a life-lesson, we normally aren't out of there until 4:20. Where the poor little boy after me has to sit and wait for his turn.


Don't get me wrong, I love playing the piano. It's great! I love sitting down and being able to play the keys. But lessons aren't always my favorite. As you can tell, my teacher seems to have everything in the world figured out. I often can't believe she has something to say about everything.


She wants me to be a concert pianist. She wants me practicing a hour a day, seven days a week. She wants me to major in piano playing in college. I tell her my grades are more important to me, but then she goes ahead to tell me that when she was in school she got A's and B's. She was the star of the basketball team, and then she says..."and look at me now? I'm great?" Well honey...sorry to break it to you. I don't want to be like you.


Each week I get the same lecture. Honey, you're not practicing enough, honey do the right fingering, honey you need to learn this piece! Don't procrastinate! She was rather happy to learn when I walked into my lesson today with my recital piece that I tried to hurry and learn last night..that I didn't really learn it. She told me last week “Honey, you're recital is in seven weeks! Don't procrastinate!” But what did I do? Of course, I procrastinated. And that is how it seems to be every Monday.

The mind of hers I will never understand. The voice, I will never figure out why her southern accent didn't go away twenty years ago when she moved to Utah. With each Monday being a new experience, piano never gets dull. And all you can say is Oh honey!