The Band Teacher.
He was a little young looking to be a teacher, mid-twenties. I was just out of middle school and entering my first class, band. I planned to change it because i played no instrument. The class was so few, and when this man stood in front of the class we payed no mind to him assuming he was an older student. He spoke so shyly and had trouble getting other attention, it took little to get mine from him. Over the months i stood in class and was taught clarinet, soon i joined the orchestra and saw him almost half my school day. It felt good to have his hands over mine correcting my finger movements, i like to think he liked me a little but i'm just happy i got to meet him and learn an instrument that has become important to me.