Come to think of it, I've never spoken to you about how disastrous my piano lessons are becoming. Just the other day, my cousin's family came over. Though my cousin is a person of few words, she's certainly not lacking in brains. (ie. Her academic studies are like, wow. damn good. ) She took out this, what is it called? A four-string guitar and started playing a hymn. Somehow, that let my aunt on, and resulted in her asking my about how far I had proceede in my piano. When I told them I was due to take my grade 8 next year, they said something that made me break into cold sweat, " Oh finally. Now you can start teaching me. " Now. Iam not saying that Iam unwilling to teach. Its a matter of whether or not I can teach. Let me give ytou an example. I've started playing, or rather, started trying to play my grade 8 pieces ( Man. Are they hard. ) since january, and as far is it goes, I've progressed just as much as a snail would in 30 seconds. The names of the pieces themselves gives me headache. Sonata in D minor. Allegro con Brio. Intermezzo in B minor. Seriously man. What's with the names. And the songs.. the notes give me headaches. The black notes dancing up and down the 5 black lines. oh man.