Don’t get off the right train!
So, the journey to my first piano teaching experience began with me being an absolute nonsensical human being. I had doubts on whether the 13:26 train I had stepped onto actually stopped where I was needing to go. The revolving yellow text on the roof of the trains did not show the station; there wasn’t a ticket inspector anywhere so I got off at the next station.
…only to learn from the guard that I was in fact on the appropriate line. How foolish of me! The next train was at 14:30! Better to suffer now than when I’m at an age of further reliability. I phoned the pupil’s mother to apologise – she just laughed and said it was okay! What a sweetie. I’m so glad she wasn’t annoyed.
Is it my fault that I was overly unsure? Or the train’s fault for not displaying the destination?
As for the actual lesson, I think I got a bit carried away. Time goes by quicker than I would have ever imagined! The substantial lesson of 45mins became an hour and a half, which made me miss my train and about 2 buses which could have taken me home.
The overtime had a positive outcome: I got to know the pupil’s ability in more detail. Chatting to the parents was fun as well. Oh, I loved it.
It can be revealed that the pupil is a she and she really reminds me of myself, a decade ago, but a more sensible girl than the meanie I was.
At first I was rather hesitant and unsure in the way I was speaking to her. I had to lead the lesson and I’m not used to being in that position – I’m normally the pupil! At times, words couldn’t even be formed. I appreciate how challenging it is to say things in the most appropriate way; my teachers have even more of my respect after I learned of this today.
Off to Cambridge on Thursday for the University Open Day! Can’t wait. Goodnight internet dwellers.