Well, since I’m taking a High School class, I decided to try out Guitar. It’s a beginners guitar class and I thought, “well, everybody’s a beginner and it’d be good for my self esteem” so I went to it to see. When I stepped in the door, the teacher was “on my case” before I could get both feet in the room. Apperantly I need a pass to just look at the class! Hello! Turning down a customer! Anyway, I got a pass and went the next day.
The next day, I went to the class with my guest pass (it’s almost like a parking permit). The teacher was . . . well, let’s just say she was a Dreadnaught to put it musically. Boy, that was the only time I ever felt like closing my eyes and drifting into a blissfull sleep. (and I wasn’t even sleepy) I mean that was one of the most boring classes I’ve ever been to! One thing that snapped my strings was that they called it a acoustic guitar class but the teacher put on this electric crap with electric guitars and electric drums. Than she brings out notation for us (not me ’cause I’m just a guest) and wants us to remember all the clefts and the keys for the clefts. She wanted us to memorize ’cause it’s “very important.” I kinda got it (but didn’t get it too musch ’cause I wanted to keep my reputation as being a “great” musician that doesn’t know how to read music) and but it would’ve been easier just to hear the song than to read it.
All in all, time never moved so slow. I don’t know how that lady expected to keep the students interested.
Kudos bro for taking the plunge, even though the class stunk. I know it’s childish to say, but did I tell you so, or did I tell you so?
Hey Kyle … I guess you’ve never been to study hall, to me time seems to move in reverse, especially if ya don’t have to study.
bob (unclebob)
I didn’t tell you so…but I would have! lol