Things I Learned in Cello Camp

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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.

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Mark H. Nichols

I am a husband, cellist, code prole, nerd, technologist, and all around good guy living and working in fly-over country. You should follow me on Mastodon.