One: The rock stop fastens to the left leg of your chair since the endpin will naturally want to skew toward the right as you play.
Two: Child cellists are like child skiers – fearless and seemingly without fail. Being in a group of 14 other students, the oldest of whom isn’t quite a third your age and the youngest of whom is a fifth your age (ahem), and having them sight read through music you can barely play is humbling.
Three: My cello teacher knows an endless supply of state jokes. For example, What is Kansas called? Baja Nebraska.
Four: Cello orchestras sound fantastic.
Five: I have so much to learn.
Six: Playing cello is a wonderfully good thing.
I’m already ready for Cello Camp 2012.