My clarinet teacher
Aug. 23rd, 2004 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthI had my first clarinet lesson in something like 7 weeks, I think. Whenever there is the summer holiday for schools, lessons don't take place either. And we didn't do much today, which was good. I haven't touched the clarinet since my sister's wedding and really could use some practise before I torture my teacher with that.
Instead, we just sat and talked.
When I first came to that teacher, I wasn't sure whether I would like her. She was very different from other teachers I had before. I had started on the clarinet after more than 4 years with the recorder, and so was rather old with only a few years of playing the clarinet. my teacher before her had been very busy with concerts and stuff, and never had time for lessons, so I didn't learn much from him. With her, I got the first real clarinet lessons of my life.
I suspect that it must have been difficult for her. I was, I think, around 16 or so. I was somewhere between an adult and a kid. That age is rare among beginners. Usually, you start earlier or later.
But we managed to find a way of getting long, and our relation has improved over the years. While she used to behave like a second mother sometimes, which I didn't like (but it didn't make me half as furious as with other people who did that), and I sometimes behaved like a terrible brat, she now treats me almost as an equal. She uses the informal "du" to address me, while I use the formal "Sie", just as it would be between a kid and her teacher. But we discuss all kinds of things that don't actually belong into a student-teacher relation. I talk about stuff that happens in my family. When her husband died of a brain tumor, she talked about that. And today, we spent most of my lesson talking about our messed up love life. Or rather, my non-existing love life and her problems with a gu that develops into something of a stalker and her new relation to a guy quite different from her late husband.
We talk politics, and different form my family, she listens to my opinion. I suppose that is why I like her so much. With her, I get the feeling that what I think or feel is important, and it isn't all about whether I manage to play the right notes. (Even though that is important too, and I have made gigantic progress since she is my teacher.) She surely has a large impact on my life. It is a pity that my job, wherever it will be, will not be around here, meaning I can't keep up with my lessons. But I do hope to stay in contact with her, and maybe play duets together just for the fun of it.
Instead, we just sat and talked.
When I first came to that teacher, I wasn't sure whether I would like her. She was very different from other teachers I had before. I had started on the clarinet after more than 4 years with the recorder, and so was rather old with only a few years of playing the clarinet. my teacher before her had been very busy with concerts and stuff, and never had time for lessons, so I didn't learn much from him. With her, I got the first real clarinet lessons of my life.
I suspect that it must have been difficult for her. I was, I think, around 16 or so. I was somewhere between an adult and a kid. That age is rare among beginners. Usually, you start earlier or later.
But we managed to find a way of getting long, and our relation has improved over the years. While she used to behave like a second mother sometimes, which I didn't like (but it didn't make me half as furious as with other people who did that), and I sometimes behaved like a terrible brat, she now treats me almost as an equal. She uses the informal "du" to address me, while I use the formal "Sie", just as it would be between a kid and her teacher. But we discuss all kinds of things that don't actually belong into a student-teacher relation. I talk about stuff that happens in my family. When her husband died of a brain tumor, she talked about that. And today, we spent most of my lesson talking about our messed up love life. Or rather, my non-existing love life and her problems with a gu that develops into something of a stalker and her new relation to a guy quite different from her late husband.
We talk politics, and different form my family, she listens to my opinion. I suppose that is why I like her so much. With her, I get the feeling that what I think or feel is important, and it isn't all about whether I manage to play the right notes. (Even though that is important too, and I have made gigantic progress since she is my teacher.) She surely has a large impact on my life. It is a pity that my job, wherever it will be, will not be around here, meaning I can't keep up with my lessons. But I do hope to stay in contact with her, and maybe play duets together just for the fun of it.
