by: Alex Lee
One time, I killed my piano teacher.
I didn’t realize it till years later, but it’s true. She was mean and unhappy and wanted to make sure I was unhappy too. She succeeded. I remember one lesson she made me play the B scale for 30 minutes because after 4 weeks I still had no idea which keys to press. She gave me the silent treatment, and I tried not to cry the whole time. Shortly thereafter, a younger version of me prayed to God that she (insert little kid voice with a sniffle) “Would never have to deal with Mrs. Moody ever ever ever again.”