… to the elder Free-Ride offspring’s trumpet teacher.
While I am generally accepting of your choices as far as the pieces you are having my child learn how to play, I have a small bone to pick with you this evening.
You see, May is what we in the college education biz call “grading season”. It is when the calendar tells us we are rapidly running out of time to get the assignments we’ve collected read, commented, scored, and returned to our students so they can use this feedback to prepare for their final exams.
Grading is not the most enjoyable part of my job. And when the stacks of papers are as high as an elephant’s eye, my brain naturally shifts into self-preservation mode. The mind starts wandering. The temptations start presenting themselves.
The piece you have the elder Free-Ride offspring working on, that “Russian Sailor’s Dance” from “The Red Poppy”, is a pleasing piece of music to be sure.
It is also the music from Tetris.
If I have to go into rehab because my video game “problem” flares up, I’m sending you the bill. Plus a stack of papers to grade.