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nfotxnI just picked up my phone messages. My viola teacher called about going to IMC (Interprovincial Music Camp) this summer. I'm 19, so technically I'm not allowed to go. But the camp co-ordinator said "Yeah, Brodie's a great guy, we'd love to have him back". Hmmm.. considering the only interaction I really had with her was when I jumped through a sheet of glass in the office (and came out with a scratch) it's suprising her oppinion of me is so high.
And yes, it was an accident.
But that's not all, my other teacher is giving me a $100 scholarship to go for helping her all year with her brood of little ones every saturday morning. Man, if she only knew what hung-over, exhausted Brodie thinks every morning before going. My facial hair also refuses to forgive me.. do you know how much pain it is having a tiny 1/2 size violin attached to your face? My beard always gets caught in those little miniature fine tuners.. about 60 times every morning. Not fun.. but the look on their faces when they play for their peers, family and 2000 others every year. Worth it.
And yes, it was an accident.
But that's not all, my other teacher is giving me a $100 scholarship to go for helping her all year with her brood of little ones every saturday morning. Man, if she only knew what hung-over, exhausted Brodie thinks every morning before going. My facial hair also refuses to forgive me.. do you know how much pain it is having a tiny 1/2 size violin attached to your face? My beard always gets caught in those little miniature fine tuners.. about 60 times every morning. Not fun.. but the look on their faces when they play for their peers, family and 2000 others every year. Worth it.
