
Miss Connie has 55--count them--55 piano students. I couldn't even imagine. I am taking piano lessons from her too, to relearn bad habbits and learn for the first time some of the things I missed. That's what you get when you basically teach yourself. She wants me to be her apprentice, and take all the new beginning students. I don't know if I'm up to the task. She does a fabulous job!

Here are my star performers having some refreshments. Another notch on my belt of stupidity--every family was supposed to bring a tray of finger foods. Guess who forgot?

The kiddos and daddy. Attending the recital gave Scott a new perspective on paying the money for piano lessons. He was very impressed, and kept saying what a good experience it is for kids to practice hard on a piece and then perform it.

After I took the picture of Scott with the kids, I made him take one of me with the kids. After all, if their is any practicing that takes place it is because I go put on my iron fist and insist on compliance. Not really, but it can prove to be quite a job to get a kid to sit down at a piano bench and play anywhere from three to seven songs five times each. Sometimes I feel like I'd rather have a root canal without novocaine!