This is a great essay, Tammy! I'm so envious of the ability to remember scenes this vividly. I also played violin for many years through junior high, and while I can relate 1,000% to everything you've written, I can't pull up memories of any single, specific performance or rehearsal. I can't even remember the name of *our* Mr. Grivetti. Where the hell was I?
Your essay makes me think of the myriad ways teachers influence who we become. The best ones inspire us to work hard for something, exposing us to the experience of truly accomplishing a thing that has meaning.
Well done 👏👏👏
This is a great essay, Tammy! I'm so envious of the ability to remember scenes this vividly. I also played violin for many years through junior high, and while I can relate 1,000% to everything you've written, I can't pull up memories of any single, specific performance or rehearsal. I can't even remember the name of *our* Mr. Grivetti. Where the hell was I?
Your essay makes me think of the myriad ways teachers influence who we become. The best ones inspire us to work hard for something, exposing us to the experience of truly accomplishing a thing that has meaning.