It’s guitar class.
Two and a half hours on a Tuesday night
Out of that two hours
We play for fifteen minutes.
Why did I bring my guitar?
People learn at different paces.
He doesn’t respect that
Our final assignment is to write a song
Dude I can barely play
And you want me to write a song?
I played clarinet for eight years
And we never had to write a song
Just teach us how to play
And let us learn
He gives us sheet music to practice
And then we never go over it?
How are we supposed to progress?
My friend sitting next to me
He says I’m lucky to have him
to help me out
Your the teacher, so you help me out
He lectures too much on theory
Even though we never apply that theory
I just wanna play
We never play
I played clarinet back in middle school
I know when a music teacher is teaching effectively
And when he’s not
He likes to show off a lot
In terms of class time
He spends more time playing than we do
There’s only six people
I think he can afford individual attention
That’s how I remember middle school
He skips around and everything we learn
Seems like a big jumble
Not connected in any way
I am not unenthusiastic
I love guitar
It’s a beautiful instrument
We just want to learn
So teach us