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Personal Narrative by Aram Winter
I sat there sweating like a sinner in a church under the glare of his beady eyes. My teacher broke the news monotonously, but his considerable lack of intonation only made my heart sink faster. He clearly didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised that I hadn’t practiced the song for the recital – truth is, at this point in my academic career, all my teachers viewed me as the 8-year-old with a poor work ethic (and honestly, they weren’t wrong). While he said, “You’ll have to sit out on the recital due to your lack of practice,” I heard a proclamation that I was about to become my parents’ biggest disappointment.
When my father picked me up from school he asked how my day was. I gave him the usual “fine,” but my heart was jackhammering; I desperately prayed that we would discuss anything but the recorder. He brought up my class’ upcoming performance on Friday and inquired why I had not mentioned it sooner. He asked me why I was always so forgetful, I answered, “I don’t know;” a black hole in my stomach …show more content…

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