Funny little stubborn
February 18, 2013 2 Comments
Every once in a while, I get to see this glimmer of stubbornness in buddy-child. It’s there, but well hidden. For the most part, she stuffs it down when dealing with me because she trusts that what I’m trying to tell her or teach her is good for her – so she makes herself listen. Mind you, it wasn’t always like that, I had to earn that level of trust. Still, considering how stubborn I suspect she could be if she wanted to be, I’ve had it pretty easy with this one.
The other day, buddy-child was telling me a story from her childhood that truly showed just how much of a stubborn – and as she put it – smart-ass, that she truly could be.
Buddy-child was apparently, quite the clarinet player. She wasn’t gold medal material but she could hold her own fairly well thank you very much! When she was in grade 8 her teacher was also the school band instructor and he asked her to join the band. I guess one day the trumpet players were giving the teacher a hard time and he lost it. His face turned bright red and he just had a massive, epic meltdown. Buddy and the other clarinet player were trying to hide their laughing and smirking behind their hands but didn’t really do a very good job at it. Epic teacher meltdowns are pretty funny to grade 8 kids in general and I guess this guy was right up there in the top 10 meltdowns of all time. Unfortunately for buddy and the other clarinet player, he noticed their smirks and laughs and turned his wrath on them.
Turning on the two clarinet players, the teacher laid in to them telling them that they were rotten musicians and couldn’t play the clarinet worth beans and they might as well take their clarinets and put lamp shades on them and turn them into bedside lamps. Then he sent them to the office for being ‘bad’.
Needless to say, when they got to the office the principal just sent them home (this was an after school practice) and there were no consequences.
Buddy-child went home, took her bedside lamp, took the shade off, took the light bulb out of the socket, propped her clarinet up against the wall, balanced the light bulb on top and then leaned the shade on top of that.
Then she took a picture.
The next day at school, buddy-child brought the picture in to her teacher, walked up to him at the start of class and said “here you go” and left the picture on his desk.
Apparently he didn’t like her much after that and she wasn’t invited back into the band.