Wit & Wisdom from the
Students of Daniel Light
Teaching piano is my passion and my career. Students frequently delight me with their comments–often hilarious, sometimes witty, occasionally sweet and tender. Here are some of those gems.
“Know why I wanted to learn cello when I was little? ‘Cause it rhymes with jello.”
“I love your story, but it needs to end sometime.”
–1st grader, telling me about his very chatty classmate
“You sound like a dragon with a cough.”
–3rd grader, in response to my singing along with her playing
“You’re a little bit dizzy today, Mr. Light.”
“Well, today more than usual.”
“Are we really allowed to add a rest on the barline?” I asked.
“No, but I smiled when I did it.”
“I can’t smell anything. You know why? ‘Cause I have such a snotty nose.”
“Fructose!” (uttered as an expletive)
“I always stay up really late, but my parents don’t know.”
–1st grader, finishing a piece where thumb didn’t get to play
“Whole notes are kind of fancy.”
“Eighth grade is pretty intense. I’m not a fan.”
“I’m gonna walk to the car at a snail’s pace just to annoy my mom.”
“Mr. Light, will you be dyeing eggs this week?”
“Coming to piano is the only nice thing that’s happened to me this week.”
“Know why I love my grandma? ‘Cause when it’s my sister’s birthday, she buys me a present too.”
“Line?” said the theater kid, struggling to play from memory.
“I’m pretty sure this piece must have been written by aliens.”
“You’re in for a treat tonight, Mr. Light.”
–8th grader who had practiced every day of the week
“Feet flat, back straight, fingers curved,” said the first grader before starting to play.
I busted up laughing. They don’t usually parrot it back to me.
“We went to Disney, and Mickey kissed me. Twice!”
“My duet partner wasn’t very chatty. Boys aren’t chatty with girls. Next time I want a girl partner.”
–3rd grade girl
“Ah, the metronome. A pianist’s treasured friend.”
–eye-rolling 6th grader
“I’m going to Vegas. Can’t promise I’ll practice piano there. Obviously, the Chippendales are more fun.”
“Our piano is so old, it’s like . . . brown.”
“We had a dance Friday night, and I somehow managed to get a girlfriend while there. ”