Cello lessons were this morning, same as usual. Tired, of course. BUt this time, I had a substitute teacher. Now, the thing about being in cello lessons since I was six is the fact that you kinda get attached to your teacher. They learn to see how you learn best or what you mojo is, and then a nice ole substitute teacher walks in and BAM we have problems. She couldn't stop saying how everything I was doing was wrong and that was making me feel terrible.

I've only had this piece for two weeks and haven't had the time to look it over with my real teacher since then, so I've been mostly sight reading it. The audition is in about a month and I need as much self-confidence as possible, but this lady. Oh boy. The amount of trips I took to "blow my nose" was staggering. I felt like punching clown babies at the end.

Just, the way I felt after that lesson, with the lady telling me off for everything  did, interrupting me in the middle of a piece I was really trying to perfect..... I felt like a piece of elephant poop and that all the work I did the past week meant nothing at all.  Usually I can pick myself up with my cello, but hey! Guess what! Not this time!!

Only thing that's got me excited: Doctor Who Premiere. I. Will. Freak. Out.

TOODLES POODLES