When I started 7th grade, I went into my band teacher’s office and broke down in tears. I admitted to her that I didn’t know how to read sheet music and had drawn the fingering to every note on my music so I could play it. She separated me from the rest of the class and personally taught me every note and how to play it on my trumpet while a student teacher conducted the class. This, this is why music is so important to me. I never forgot how great it felt to be able to learn and speak the language of music. I ended up playing trumpet till the day I graduated and still remember the notes to this day. In fact, me and Mrs. Flanagan are friends to this day, and I still can’t pay her enough respect for that time she spent with me.
Thanks, Mrs. Flanagan.