I Hate You Professor ( A Student/ Teacher Relationship)

Chapter 1

                                                                March 7 2015

"Ok Gia," I encourgared passing back and forth , " Its just an audition. Its just an audtion." 

Keep saying that, doesn't make it true though. 

This is a matter of life or death. 

I got accpeted into Rainsbury University last August just before the start of my senior year. It's a private collage that my family really can't afford, but it was the only place I wanted attend.

" If you really want to go I can't stop you," my mother sadly but proudly wispered," But just get as many scholorships as you can."

I ready had a full year paid off due to my brains. Yay me! So now this was my one chance to get scholorship money on a clarinet solo. 

I've been playing since the fifth grade and can allready play the lowest note ( an e below the staff) and a high d ( above the staff). Thats like  almost three or four ranges. Impressive right ( not being sarcastic). 

While I was waitng I felt a buzz coming in from my bra. ( didn't have pockets on me, the disadvantage for wearing a skirt)

Doing a quick scan making sure I was alone I tucked my baby ( my clarinet under the right arm) and  sliped my phone out and got a text from my band teacher Mr Lamp.

Good luck today. You will rock it. Proud of you. Hate you like I hate peanut butter and jelly.

I giggled finally glad I got the meaning behind that. For the longest time my band teacher would tell everyone that he hated us. I couldnt figure out why. He would laugh at everything we would say and treated us like we were his family. Then one day my friend Daphy ( who was a euphoime player) started balling because she also thought he hated us. Mr Lamp then all gathered us around and he explained.

" I don't hate you. I love you all. However I can't not say I love you because of the law of teachers and students. So when I say I hate you I don't hate you. I use hate in replacement for the l word. Plus I love peanut butter and jelly! Whoever hates it is just weird!" 

It was a reilf to know that he didnt mean what it sounded like. So I texted him back the following.

Thanks. I go in soon. And I have the best teacher ever. And I hate you like PP and J :) 

Once it went though I slide my phone back in and did quick check I had everything.

Okay I thought to myself.

Clarient.

Sheet music.

Know the compusers name.

Stand is inside.

Dress clothes on . ( image on the far right)

Blackish bluish perm out of my face. ( thanks to stylish sparkly silver head band that matches my shirt)

Am I missing anything? 

Oh ya.. My cofidence.

The door to my audtion room barged open and out came a tuba player with spiky blond hair wearing dress black pants and a red tuck shirt with a matching tie. 

When he passed by me he wispered only for me to hear, " Good luck. Your gonna need it." 

I gulped my adam's apple bodding up and down in its imaginary bucket. What did he mean by that. Was it easy? Is the judge strict or what?