Yay, guitar!

“Irrational numbers make no sense.”

-Neil

This weekend we have both Rosh Hashanah and Ramadan. What are the chances of that?

I actually had a pretty good day today, in spite of finding out that we have three ITT tests instead of one and nearly losing my Slinky. Geography was actually fun: I spent most of the time talking about Liechtenstein and Somalia, rattling off facts remembered from grade six. (Dupaul asked us what we thought Canada’s image was, how other countries see it…and all I could think of was that Monty Python skit with the cross-dressing lumberjack.) And… I actually have time to write today.

I love my guitar lessons. Walking up those steps (not falling apart anymore, after they retiled the place) and entering that world, a world where every living soul wears jeans. Six rooms, posters, miniature Christmas tree, and three chairs beside the door. Really, though, it’s all Neil.

My teacher is the only Anglophone teaching at the place, and he must be the most popular guy there. However, he doesn’t really follow the rules, which annoys the dude in charge (Denis). He doesn’t use the books, he doesn’t encourage his students to take part in any of the concerts, and he gives everyone discounts. (He also does a great imitation of Denis’s accent.)

I don’t really know anything about Neil. I know he was a terrible student, I know he loves reading science books but just cannot grasp math, I know that when he took up the instrument he had so little of an ear that he couldn’t tune it. I know his opinions and ideas on a wide variety of subjects, including Cookie Monster, good quality sunglasses and that guy he saw playing at Lionel-Groulx. I know he has an answering machine but no cable.

But if you asked me about how old he was, I couldn’t begin to guess. I probably know more about Ms Purdy than I do about Neil (for example, her husband Mr Cox is Jenna’s music teacher and she has a dog named Biscuit…Biscuit Purdy, not Biscuit Cox).

Speaking of Ms Purdy, Alec got 20/20 on his music test today. I think we should all be very proud.

Who knew chicory and endives were related?