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  • If you could learn to play a musical instrument, which would you choose? Why? See all answers
    • Piano
    • I know how to play piano, actually. But I hate it, so much.

      It started out fairly innocent. In second grade, I wanted to learn to play piano, so my parents bought me this mini keyboard. You know, the ones with only 30-40 keys? I guess they thought I wasn't serious about it, but when I started asking to have lessons, they gave in a bought a "real" piano. It's electric, so that's why I say that, but really, we move so much there's no way we could have a baby grand or something.

      Lessons were good for the next few years. I loved having lessons until sixth grade, when I started writing. Then, in seventh grade, I got a new teacher. We'll call her Ms. Smith, alright? From the first lesson, I hated her. She refused to let me play what I wanted, and was always staring at me with her beady, watery little hawk eyes and marking up what I did wrong all over the music.

      I came into my rebellious side that year. Up until seventh grade, I'd like to think I'd been a pretty good kid. I did all my homework, got good grades, and rarely got in trouble. You could say writing was to blame for my rebellion. I turned in homework late, or not at all, and even stole food from the cafeteria with friends over the year. We did some bad things, but it was fun, and at the end of the day all I wanted to do was read and write and listen to music, not play stupid piano.

      So I didn't. I refused to play anything the teacher assigned me, and if I did choose to play, it was going to be a song I liked. It was obvious I frustuated her to no end, but she claimed I had "great talent" and kept trying to get me to play.

      We moved to Maryland that summer, and due to our new, busier lives, my mom forgot about finding me a new teacher. I rejoiced and spent the next to years writing and everything else under the sun, free from piano.

      Now, Sophmore year, it's different. She's gotten me lessons again, because she wants me to keep playing. But I don't want to. I really don't like this new teacher, and ever since I wrote my novel, I've been writing more than ever. I can never find the time to practice, and even if I do, I don't want to.

      Playing piano just isn't any fun for me anymore. I can't find anything I even remotely want to play, and when I do play, it just feels...empty. Like my fingers are going through the motions. It's such a big waste of my time, and her money.

      I've tried to tell her this, but she just won't listen. She thinks that I'll "remember how much I like piano" over time. And when I don't like it, she tries to force me to enjoy piano by taking away other things- my laptop, books, etc. If anything, that just makes me hate it more. You can't force me to enjoy I don't even like anymore. I'm hoping, that with time, she'll see just how miserable practice makes me, and take me out of it.

      In the end, I wish I could go back in time and tell my 8-year-old self that it wasn't worth it. Sure, saying that I've been playing piano for 6ish years sounds good, but it doesn't feel good. Not anymore. And I have no idea how the heck to get out of it.

       
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