Long story short: for about two weeks, I've had half my class gone for 1/2 an hour. So the other half and I get to hang out and work on some math and a few other things. This has led to quite a few fun discussions. Today's took the cake:
I walked in on them having a discussion about names from the bible, and then, as the discussion gets a little more intense, I hear this:
"In the name of God I just want everyone to shut the crap up!"
"Our teacher's name is Jennifer you ding dong!"
"Stop saying idiot!" (okay, that one was me)
And someone was working on perfecting his "loser" cough.
Definitely a full moon.
And, I had a guitar lesson tonight, and my fingers are killing me, especially as I type this. But my little guitar teacher that I adore again underestimated me. My guitar was hopelessly out of tune, so he hands me his and takes mine. His is a very nice, expensive-looking, fancy-pants guitar, and I am holding it out in front of me like it may have a bomb inside it. Because I don't like to break things, and I am very prone to breaking things, especially after my medicine has worn off as it clearly has. He says we'll switch, and I can play his. I tell him no, because his is too fancy. As he tries to tune mine, he tells me to take the capo off and play the G string (hee hee...).
And as I take the capo off, you hear a loud crack, and see the pieces crumble in my hand. Yep, I broke it. Snapped it in two. I tell people I tend to break things, but they don't believe me until I'm holding both halves of their capo in my hands...He was a good sport about it, but I still feel pretty guilty, and then the whole lesson we had to play the song four frets lower because I'd broken his capo!
Silver lining: he's teaching me the theme song to Super Mario Brothers. I love it that my guitar teacher is about as random as I am...
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