When I was a kid, my parents signed me up for piano lessons, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to play the piano in the first place, but my parents were instant that I learn how to do it. The piano teacher was mean, and the lessons just weren’t fun at all. Eventually I stopped playing, but as I became older, I wished that I had stuck with the piano. I wanted to learn how to play the piano again, and I wanted a good piano teacher in Singapore instead of a bad teacher like the one that I had when I was a kid.
After doing some searching online, I found a teacher that was near me and contacted her for lessons. I was worried that she wouldn’t want to teach me because I wasn’t a kid, but she said that it didn’t matter. On the day of my first lesson, the information that I had learned so many years ago from that mean teacher was coming back to me. I could remember where notes were on the piano and I could even read some of the music. The teacher was pleased that I still retained this information. The teacher had a teaching style that was much better than my old teacher.
I was getting better with each piano lesson. I could play snippets of popular songs, and some bits of classical ones. I wasn’t at the level of a professional concert pianist, but I was making good progress. The teacher considered me to be one of her best students because of how dedicated I was to playing, and how I was able to learn. It’s a shame that I quit so many years ago, but now that I’m playing again, I hope anyone else who had the same mean teacher that I did during my childhood years can find a good teacher like the one I have now.
