In the army, I had (alot of) time to figure out what to do with my life.
When my service came to an end I was certain:
So how do I do this...? Ah, guitar college!
Well that turned out to be like the first time I took the drivers test, I think
I'm pretty good, it's no biggie, but it turns out I'm far from home safe.
When I look at the requirements I noticed that I lacked some knowledge.
So how do I tackle that problem...? Ah, lessons of course!
Alright, I took lessons for 9 years in the public music school, maybe I can start again?
Ok so I called up the woman dealing with sign-ups and stated my request to
start playing with my old teacher Jörgen (a master of his profession).
So it turned out that even though I'm prioritized (spelling?) because I've played
before he's swamped this semester, no room for me at all. I might be able
to play with another teacher later this semester, but nothings certain.
Well that was a bummer, I'm going to Canada in december and I don't want another teacher!
So that was that, I thought.
But then today my old teacher called me up saying that he saw that I'd
requested to start play for him again. He was very glad to see that I wanted
to play for him, and he said that it was no problem, he would fix so I could
start as soon as possible.
So I'm a pupil again, and I can't wait!