It's interesting how quickly the drama can shift from things like Health and Cancer to things like Viola Lessons and Hurt Feelings. Not much has changed since Saturday's very bad lesson. I submitted my application to the camp (sans recording, which can come later), so now I am trapped. I must find some way to make that recording, even though I can't even pick up my viola without replaying (in my head) every mean thing my teacher said the other day.
In a polite email, I let my teacher know that constant criticism can be, um, demoralizing after a while. I fully expect he will fire me at the next lesson, if not before. I have made more inquiries into finding another teacher but haven't had much success. I wish this were a bigger city, with more viola teachers.
It occurs to me that one can't be that much of a jerk by accident.