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.
“Back in my day, you didn’t move Halloween. You put on a poncho if it rained.”
–9th grader (going on 99)
“I counted all my Halloween candy and wrote down how many pieces of each kind I have. That way I’ll know how many pieces my parents steal.”
“I got to sit by my crush at school today. I can tell he likes me, ’cause he acts like he hates me.”
“You sound like the genie from Aladdin.”
“Put this assignment sheet in your piano binder the minute you get home,” I said to the 2nd grader who forgot his binder today.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied.
“One day of practice wasn’t really enough, was it?” I suggested.
“Not a fan of the hard work,” he replied.
“That sounds like somebody died.”
–2nd grader, after hearing a piece in a minor key.
“When can I leave? This seems longer than usual.”
“First grade is awesome, but there’s a really sassy girl who sits beside me.”
“I tooted. Can you smell that?”
“Mosquitoes like me because I have stinky feet.”
“You could teach a dead body to play piano.”
–Adult student, in response to my praising her good progress.
“Mr. Light, what’s your first name?”
“You know my first name!”
“My dad burped for 10 seconds at dinner. I timed it.”
“Why didn’t Mozart have any chickens? Because they always say ‘Bach, Bach, Bach.'”
“I just had sugar!”
–1st grader, walking in to her lesson, as if I needed to be warned
“You should put your highlighter tape in rainbow order,” she suggested.
“I don’t remember rainbow order,” I replied.
“MR. LIGHT! How can you not know the order of rainbow colors? I learned that in kindergarten!”
“I’ll play the duet part with you on the recital,” I said.
“Yesterday, my dad was like, ‘Wrong note! Wrong note!’ So I was glad he was at work today.”
“Sometimes I have grooming issues.”
–8th grader, on why he can’t always practice piano before school
“This piece is a pain in the butt.”
“My mom made me practice every day this week.”
“Do you need a tissue?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, and wiped her runny nose on her sleeve.
“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