I have a teacher again.

I finally did what I probably should have about four years ago and called up Jenna's piano teacher. Alright, a lie. My father did it, because Victoria suggested we call her father (owns a piano shop), who then directed us to the person we had known he would. To say I'm apprehensive would be undermining it a bit.

You see, now that I've done it, I can't help but regret having done it far too late. My mother's confident I'll catch up, make up for lost time, but I know it's going to be a lot of work and stress if I'm even going to think about playing piano at school next year.

On the other hand, now that one major issue is on the road to resolution, I need to tackle the other one, about which you have all no doubt heard. It's been three and a half years, and I think it's probably time I spoke up about switching to electric. If you happen upon a get-rich-quick scheme in the near future, I'm your best friend.

That snowstorm was unbelievable.

Take advantage of their current state of openmindedness.