Robby's Piano Lessons
佚名 / Anonymous
At the prodding of my friends， I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from DeMoines， Iowa. I’ve always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I’ve done for over 30 years.
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I’ve never had the pleasure of having a protégé though I have taught some talented students. However I’ve also had my share of what I call “musically challenged” pupils.
One such student was Robby.
Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys！) begin at an earlier age， which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother’s dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.
Well， Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried， he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he’d always say， my mom’s going to hear me play some day. But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed， because of his lack of ability， that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching！
Several weeks later I mailed to the student’s homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. “Miss Hondorf...I’ve just got to play！” he insisted.