Saturday, February 26, 2005

Violince


Why did Jesus curse the fig tree? (see comments for discussion)

Today I ran across my daughter's blog, which seemed to have the other side of the story. Well, at least she has a sense of humor ... Here's what she wrote:

About me:
I started violin lessons when I was 5 and a half. I learned the suzuki method, where you play twinkle a million different ways, while walking around or spinning or other ridiculous things. I didn't want to learn how to read music but my mom insisted so she got me a different teacher just for that. His name was Robert and his house was kind of dark and gross. I still didn't learn to read music, so my mom started covering the finger numbers in my books with white-out. I started making her "practice with me" by playing the keyboard with me. I played every note a second after she did. She caught on. She made me learn to read music. I screamed and cried like it was oral surgery. My mom started putting MnM's on my music stand for every 10 min. I practiced correctly. I started refusing to play for anything but chocolate. As I grew older I could demand bigger treats. On violin lesson days, I was often taken out of school for lunch at the chinese restaurant before I was made to go to the lesson. After every recital I was awarded french fries and cheescake at the local diner, no matter what. To this day I wonder if it was my love of music, or my passion for junk food that kept me going for about 13 years...

Should I leave her a message inviting her to Chinese lunch if she opens her case?