Piano Reflection

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Level Five Nine years ago, when I was in kindergarten, I always looked up to my sister as a role model. If she liked a certain food, I would like it; if she did something, I would want to do it also. So, it only made sense that when she started to play piano, I would want to play too. For months, I was like a mosquito to my dad, asking him when I could start playing piano. Two years later, my wish came true. When my sister went off to college, my dad asked me, “Do you want to start playing piano?” “Okay,” I said. My dad, being more pushy, asked, “Are you sure? If you start now, you can only stop playing when you reach level ten.” “I’m sure,” I responded. They put me in a private piano class with the same teacher my sister …show more content…

You have to go to group lessons too. Everyone that I teach who will take the test will be there.” For the next three months, I went to the group lessons. In these groups lessons, we practiced our theory. During the two hours of class time, we would take practice test on top of practice test. We would also play the three pieces we were going to play for the test. Throughout the group lessons, I never did a lot. At most, I would complete about two practice tests, compared to others who completed about four or five. This continued until about two weeks before the test. Mrs. Christine told my dad, “He isn’t ready yet. Your son needs to work harder.” “Oh, really?” My dad said. “I’ll make sure that he does that.” My dad said nothing to me when we got to the car, and he started to drive. I could cut the tension with a knife, during the ten minutes of silence . “What’s he going to say? What’s he going to do?” I kept asking myself as we drove home. He finally asked me “So, what’s the plan for the test Andrew?” I just shrugged, too afraid to say …show more content…

“You’re going to pass the test, and if you don’t, no games until you pass the test next year.” My heart immediately dropped like a brick and my mind started to race. Games were my source of entertainment, and being cut off from them was like being exiled from society. The minute we got home, I raced to my room and started to make flashcards to study theory. For days, I studied non-stop, only stopping when necessary. Finally, the last group lesson arrived. Instead of finishing the usual one or two practice tests, I managed to finish five and I aced all of them. “What happened to you?” Mrs. Christine asked surprised, “are you the same Andrew that came here a few weeks ago?” “Yep,” I responded, “I just studied for a little bit longer.” Feeling more confident that I was going to pass the test, my stress levels started to fall. Then the day of the test came. The first test I had to do was piano technique or playing the piano. The test was located at another teacher’s house, which was about half an hour away from my house. During the drive, my heart rate started beating faster and faster, until it felt like my heart was going to burst. My dad, who noticed that I was stressing out said, “Calm down Andrew, there’s nothing to be worried about.”
I could only nod when he said that, since my throat had dried up from stressing about the

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