My grade school music teacher scares the hell out of me.
To this day, just the thought of her brings back nightmares. Ask my classmates. Our music teacher was one hard pill to swallow.
I remember coming to music class every Wednesday afternoon with my heart beating crazy fast. Hearing my music teacher’s high strung voice was enough to send shivers down my spine.
Back then, I saw her as the Devil’s mistress.
She would make us sing several Broadway tunes and the stomach turning Somewhere Out There. This last song was always done with a duet partner. Oh, the horror of it all.
What made it worst was when she would publicly humiliate you.
“You’re tone deaf! Sit down,” yelled the music teacher.
To the delight of my classmates, I was the target of most of her outbursts. I would often come out of music class with my pants wet.
Fast forward to 2008, all the emotional abuse I received in music class has certainly paid off.
I am now a karaoke champ. My rendition of the Air Supply classic All Out Of Love always scores a 100%!
Post script: Last I heard, our infamous grade school music teacher has moved to the Middle East and now terrorizes the kids there. Alarm Al-Qaeda.