My music teacher
That Monday’s music lesson started as usual, my class filed into the room, with an expression of morning depression and tiredness. I didn’t like music lessons very much. I didn’t play an instrument and was always a little bit unsure of the tasks given and didn’t always understand them fully. The lesson continued until a fight started in the back rows over a sheet of paper, Mrs. M. had given the whole class on Friday. One of the pupils squabbling had been ill that day and insisted the paper...