My violin teacher in high school was a tough cookie. She didn't want me involved in extracurricular activities at school, didn't want me to have a job, and even thought that going to prom was a waste of time when clearly I should spend all my time practicing the violin. It was a tremendous amount of pressure for a teenager.
Everytime I walked in to my lessons she would put a box of tissues next to the music stand daring me to cry. And cry I did! Once I was playing the B-flat major scale in my lesson. Each time I played the first note she would yell that it wasn't in tune and kept saying "that's not a b-flat." I'm so traumatized by that experience that to this day if I'm working on intonation and it involves a B-flat on the G string it immediately brings me back to that tearful day.
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