My violin’s name is Antonio. Spare bow - Sparrow; performance bow - Antoinette.

So I guess today was my last day of violin class? I’d like to think I chose to leave and that my life would be so much more relaxing…but really? I love my teachers so much, and we have so much more than just a student-teacher bond; leaving them is like leaving family. And it’s not like I’m going to college - which is why students usually leave. I guess it’s sorta hurting me, and there’s no doubt it hurts them; we’ve literally been together for more than 10 years - me, my sister, my mom, my dad, him, her. This post is dedicated to them.. ♥

They’re a couple - she teaches the beginners, he teaches the more advanced. First four years she taught me, then when Tina started learning, he taught me.

SHE
is a kid at heart. Most classes, we don’t even play; we talk about nails and boys and the latest fashions. She’s so concerned about my posture and structure (something I STILL can’t correct) and treats me like her daughter. She hates dogs and Mickey scares the living daylights out of her. She’s like the big sister I never had.

HE
is ridiculously hilarious. He’s been in America longer than I have, but is STILL almost completely illiterate in English. Almost every class he asks me to translate something for him… “How do you say ‘I want to return this?’”; “What about ‘my turtle is sick?’”; “How do you spell ‘chicken nuggets?’”. Sometimes I wonder how he’s going to live in America without paying a translator… He can imitate bird calls and tells me that’s how squeaky my playing gets when I’m stressed. He’s most definitely the most talented violin player I have ever met, and I have no doubt he’ll always be.

So occasionally she and my mom go out to lunch and gossip…probably about their husbands, I’m guessing. And occasionally he hosts parties and he and my dad get drunk and they both get so ridiculously drunk neither can think straight. I’m pretty sure my mom and dad need them as outlets away from family; I miss them already.

I’m going to miss rehearsals and recitals - I’ve met countless people there that I’m probably never going to meet again. I’m going to miss sneaking in and out of elevators with Tiffany when it’s not our turn to go on stage - it’s a tradition we started when we were 6 and we’re still doing it every year. I’m going to miss the hide-and-seek games after the performance. I’m going to miss sneaking down for food and Leo pretending not to catch me. I’m going to miss all their relatives that are ALWAYS and always will be supportive of me and my playing. I’m going to miss the smell of their house and how they have clocks on almost every wall. I’m going to miss his all-adult parties where Tiffany and I play on the stairs. I’m going to miss Leo and how I grew up with him; it’s been 7 years since the high-school him saw the kindergartner me. Now you’ve got a job and a house and I’m almost done with high school… I’m even going to miss his fish and turtles that he cares for so much he buys the state-of-the-art technology for them. I’m going to miss his unlimited supply of Mountain Dew for me cause he knows I love it that much. I’m going to miss her giving me candy when she knows I’m down and him telling me jokes to make me feel happier. I’m going to miss translating for BOTH of them and teaching them the magics of technology. I’m going to miss how their music fills the room and how I feel so free when he and I play in perfect harmony; him doing the piano part and me doing the violin.

I can’t believe I’m letting all this go. )’:

My violin’s name is Antonio. Spare bow - Sparrow; performance bow - Antoinette.

So I guess today was my last day of violin class? I’d like to think I chose to leave and that my life would be so much more relaxing…but really? I love my teachers so much, and we have so much more than just a student-teacher bond; leaving them is like leaving family. And it’s not like I’m going to college - which is why students usually leave. I guess it’s sorta hurting me, and there’s no doubt it hurts them; we’ve literally been together for more than 10 years - me, my sister, my mom, my dad, him, her. This post is dedicated to them.. ♥

They’re a couple - she teaches the beginners, he teaches the more advanced. First four years she taught me, then when Tina started learning, he taught me.

SHE
is a kid at heart. Most classes, we don’t even play; we talk about nails and boys and the latest fashions. She’s so concerned about my posture and structure (something I STILL can’t correct) and treats me like her daughter. She hates dogs and Mickey scares the living daylights out of her. She’s like the big sister I never had.

HE
is ridiculously hilarious. He’s been in America longer than I have, but is STILL almost completely illiterate in English. Almost every class he asks me to translate something for him… “How do you say ‘I want to return this?’”; “What about ‘my turtle is sick?’”; “How do you spell ‘chicken nuggets?’”. Sometimes I wonder how he’s going to live in America without paying a translator… He can imitate bird calls and tells me that’s how squeaky my playing gets when I’m stressed. He’s most definitely the most talented violin player I have ever met, and I have no doubt he’ll always be.

So occasionally she and my mom go out to lunch and gossip…probably about their husbands, I’m guessing. And occasionally he hosts parties and he and my dad get drunk and they both get so ridiculously drunk neither can think straight. I’m pretty sure my mom and dad need them as outlets away from family; I miss them already.

I’m going to miss rehearsals and recitals - I’ve met countless people there that I’m probably never going to meet again. I’m going to miss sneaking in and out of elevators with Tiffany when it’s not our turn to go on stage - it’s a tradition we started when we were 6 and we’re still doing it every year. I’m going to miss the hide-and-seek games after the performance. I’m going to miss sneaking down for food and Leo pretending not to catch me. I’m going to miss all their relatives that are ALWAYS and always will be supportive of me and my playing. I’m going to miss the smell of their house and how they have clocks on almost every wall. I’m going to miss his all-adult parties where Tiffany and I play on the stairs. I’m going to miss Leo and how I grew up with him; it’s been 7 years since the high-school him saw the kindergartner me. Now you’ve got a job and a house and I’m almost done with high school… I’m even going to miss his fish and turtles that he cares for so much he buys the state-of-the-art technology for them. I’m going to miss his unlimited supply of Mountain Dew for me cause he knows I love it that much. I’m going to miss her giving me candy when she knows I’m down and him telling me jokes to make me feel happier. I’m going to miss translating for BOTH of them and teaching them the magics of technology. I’m going to miss how their music fills the room and how I feel so free when he and I play in perfect harmony; him doing the piano part and me doing the violin.

I can’t believe I’m letting all this go. )’: