Yet I was allowed to stay, and look where he brought me. I never thought, 6+ years ago, that I'd get into the good community orchestra or the viola studio at school. As an adult. Who started learning this instrument at age 45. Never, not ever. And yet, look where he brought me.
Today's lesson was like many we've had the past few years. He'd forgotten what he'd asked me to prepare; instead he had me play stuff I hadn't worked much on. I screwed up, sight-read through a lot of it, owned my shortcomings, listened to his suggestions. We got to stuff I had prepared, and there were shortcomings and suggestions there too, which I owned and noted respectively. A little chatter about various violists, about orchestra playing, about a student of his who had gone to conservatory, and that was it, bye. I wanted to say something: thanks for everything, really, I can't thank you enough but I am an awkward person and when I sense someone is keeping me at arms' length, I will not cross that line. I've heard that teachers like to hear good things from students. So I went home and composed an email and hit Send before I could edit it to death. That's all I can do.