The quiet student is working out. I am toning down my crazy goofy LOUD SHAZAM! violin lesson attitude and she is talking and responding more. Still gives me weird looks when we do some of the posture stuff but now she rolls her eyes and laughs about it. She's a quick study and she's practicing. That violin she plays, the one that her family owns that's too large for her...she's starting to look like she can handle it. And handle it with solid technique. And I am learning to be intense but with calming energy, because I want her to learn that the violin can take care of her. Progress for both of us.
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