Things my piano students have said as inspirational quotes

 As someone who teaches piano to people of all ages, and mainly children, I hear some unhinged comments on a pretty regular basis. Over the past couple years, both with students I teach now, and those I have taught in previous jobs, I have been collecting quotes in a little notes app on my phone, and I want to share some of the highlights here.

(Image description: Quote that reads: congratulations, you are now a professional cat)

I honestly do not remember the context for this quote, but the student who said it absolutely loves cats, so I consider this to be a pretty high compliment.

(Image description: Quote that reads: Forte! I’m loud every day!)

Guessing by the way his father laughed, I am going to assume this kid is in fact quite loud every day. 10/10, excellent understanding of the word “forte”, good job implementing new vocabulary.

(Image description: Quote that reads: You’re the piano expert)

First off, she was not in fact trying to flatter me and earn an extra piece of candy. She said this in such a nonchalant manner, as though simply stating a well-known fact. I am honored, although I am certainly not the piano expert.

(Image description: Quote that reads: You need romance in your life)

0/10. Ma’am please, I am just trying to teach a piano lesson. I do not need to be called out like this. 

(Image description: Quote that reads: Well it’s rude not to say “I love you”)

After piano class, this student told me “Goodbye, I love you”,  although I only see her for 30 minutes per week. Upon further elaboration, it is clear she is being polite and demonstrates an excellent grasp of etiquette. It was so pure and innocent, and although I do not teach her any more, I hope she continues to brighten the world with her kindness. 

(Image description: Quote that reads: I always like mac and cheese. It’s so mac-y and cheesy!)

Fun trivia fact: Beethoven’s favorite food was mac and cheese and my student enthusiastically agreed while providing indisputable evidence as to why mac and cheese is so likeable.

(Image description: Quote that reads: My brain hurts from school. I thought too hard.)

You know what, same. My brain also hurts from school. That being said, if you teach classes or tutor after the school day, please be mindful that your students are likely to be tired and restless after spending a full day in the classroom. 

(Image description: Quote that reads: Sorry, I can’t hear you over me vibing)

This makes me wonder how I can teach a music class that mainly requires listening.

(Image description: Quote that reads: Does like a quarter of the world know about this business?)

A quarter of the world knowing about this business somewhat defeats the purpose of a small business. Not even a quarter of my town knows about this business. I appreciate the vote of confidence on the level of my fame though, and am grateful to say that enough people know about this business that I can pay rent.

(Image description: Quote that reads: You can be my stepmom!)

While I appreciate the sentiment, I am just a college student, and I do not think her father wants her to play matchmaker. 

That is all the quotes I have to share for now. I hope you got a good laugh, as I did when I heard them, although some comments may have rendered me temporarily speechless. Even in the chaos of life, I hope you can find many things to make you laugh this month.

6 Tips for Starting a Small Business

 Most of my blog posts up until now have been more story based. I’m going to try something a little different this time and take a look at the business side of piano teaching. I may get off track with narrative, but here are some tips for starting a small business:

1. Have savings set aside. This is super useful especially if you don’t plan to work an additional job as you begin your small business. Businesses are reliant on other people purchasing your service or product, and it takes time to build a strong client base. Getting started is the hardest part. My goal was to start with 20 piano students, and it was a bit of a struggle. There was a time where I felt like I was on a plateau and it felt like I would never meet my goal. Spoiler alert, I met my goal and I now have 21 students. But having that money set aside will significantly reduce your stress because you won’t have the learning curve of your small business while simultaneously wondering if you will be able to afford groceries next week. 

2. Use technology. When I started out, I purchased business cards for myself and printed a bunch of fliers, most of which I did not use. Social media is the perfect place to make other people aware of your presence and the service you are offering. I posted the flier on several Facebook groups, including some parent groups. Think about who your target client would be, and use that knowledge to strategize where to post advertisements online. In my experience, advertising on social media was perfect for me, and if I could start over, I would probably decide that the business cards and fliers weren’t really necessary. But if having business cards would make you feel cool, get yourself some business cards!

3. Figure out policies before you start working with clients, so when issues arise, you know exactly how to respond. This goes beyond simply how much money you will charge for your service or product. Some of the things I needed to decide included cancellation policies for classes, if I will offer a refund or a makeup class if a student cannot come due to sickness, or what to do if there is a tornado watch and some students are panicking and some have lived their whole life in the midwest and wouldn’t bat an eye unless a tornado dropped their house in the land of Oz. I am sometimes flexible with my policies and discuss the needs of each individual client, but written policies serve as a sort of foundation that I can use to work out the details.

4. Filing taxes as self-employed is a bit more complicated. Be sure to plan extra time to file your taxes, and keep a careful record of all transactions. Since you do not have an employer withholding taxes, all self-employment tax comes out-of-pocket. Be sure to have some income set aside for this, and research tax laws in your area so you know what to expect.

5. Another important area of research is local laws about registering a small business. I do not have to legally register piano teaching as a small business because I do not have employees and I am not selling a tangible product. But the laws can vary from place to place, so make sure you know what to expect.

6. And finally, dream big! There are challenges that come with small businesses and being self employed, but there are also so many benefits. This is not something you have to tie your identity to forever. Maybe it will be an experiment, you will learn new things, and decide to not pursue your initial business plan. Or maybe you will discover your life’s mission. Or countless possibilities in between. No matter how it turns out, it sounds like a pretty great adventure!

The Power of Connecting with Your Students

 Teaching is one career that can never be replaced by AI. There is something about receiving in person feedback that is simply more rewarding. Imagine, for a moment, Siri’s cold voice informing you that you played the chord wrong. For me, human feedback is valuable enough that I am willing to pay for it, and I’m willing to bet many others feel the same way.

This is particularly true for teaching a topic like music; the arts have always been an expression of humanity, and people use creativity in order to make connections. 

With that in mind, I want to reflect on how I have connected with my students in small ways, opening the doors for creativity and rapport. 

I started teaching 5-year-old Charlie back in October. He began with enough enthusiasm to single-handedly write a bestselling symphony and was quickly discouraged upon discovering the fine motor skills required to play a simple melody when your hand is about the same size as just two piano keys. 

To remedy this, I keep teaching a little bit at a time and keep lessons fun and interesting, so discouragement doesn’t give way to boredom. In Charlie’s case, discouragement gave way to humor.

After playing a song well, my students get to choose a sticker to put on the sheet music. One class, Charlie selected an elephant sticker and announced, “Moose!”

It quickly became an inside joke. The following weeks, any sticker he chose was a “moose”. I started drawing little antlers on each sticker. 

Drawing antlers is not learning piano, and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t taking up too much of Charlie’s class time doodling in his piano books. I also wanted to find some stickers I knew he would enjoy. 

After a while of searching on Amazon, I found moose stickers. Fun fact, business expenses do not count as taxable income, so I can easily buy treats and stickers for my students. 

I was unsure how Charlie would react to the stickers. Maybe he would be disappointed that I would no longer be drawing antlers on bunny stickers and calling it a moose. I had no reason to worry, though.

When I showed him the moose stickers, he was speechless. Once he overcame the shock, he showed his mom and did a happy dance. 

For me, I connect with my students by understanding their interests and listening to them. It is ok if we talk about things besides piano for a part of the class. When students feel appreciated, it is easier for them to practice the more difficult songs. Especially for very small humans, it is nearly impossible to visualize the long term benefits of learning piano. So instead, it can be worth it to them because their teacher cares, they can make jokes, and there are stickers of their favorite animal. 

Maybe I should write a little song about a moose. 

If anyone reading my blog is a teacher, I encourage you to find small ways to connect with your students. When they feel appreciated and safe, doors will open for creativity and learning.

Free Piano Lessons and Teenage Angst

 I may have been 20 years old, but I was still fueled by teenage angst.

We’ll call him Unicorn. 

(I call him this because once I was unboxing stickers and prizes for my students, including several unicorn stickers. He said excitedly, “I like unicorns! Am I allowed to say that?” I assured him that he was indeed allowed to share his love for unicorns and gave him a sticker).

I first met Unicorn in a college dance class. He was kind, attractive, and a fun dance partner. It was only a few weeks before I developed a massive crush on him. 

Towards the end of the semester, we were talking about work, and I told him I was a piano teacher. His eyes lit up, “I would love to learn piano!” he exclaimed. It didn’t help that I liked him already, but I am always thrilled to talk to people who are passionate about music. 

Without giving it much thought, I offered to teach him piano classes for free. The teenage angst part of my brain felt this was a perfect opportunity to be able to spend time with him after the dance class was over.

My later attempts to escape the friend zone failed, but I felt it would be morally wrong to stop teaching him piano classes just because he wasn’t interested in me romantically. 

Flash forward to now. We have become good friends and Unicorn is a highly dedicated piano student. He is often too hard on himself, and I have to remind him to take things one step at a time. But he is starting to truly connect with music. When he plays music, it is as though the song is flowing through his fingertips and the piano is an extension of him rather than a foreign instrument. 

Although I am teaching him for free, he is not the only one who has benefitted from these piano lessons. He will give me rides home from work, which saves me an hour on the city bus. I have used him as a guinea pig for a new piano curriculum before I introduced it to my other students (spoiler alert: it was not a good curriculum). 

There are only two problems now. One is the possibility of someone demanding, “how come Unicorn gets free classes and not me??” and I would have to submit myself to the mortifying ordeal of explaining that the reason Unicorn gets free piano classes is because I had a crush on him a year ago. The second problem is, I have to hope that Unicorn never finds this blog.

The moral of the story is, do not give free piano classes to people you have a crush on. Or perhaps, do not let your inner teenager make decisions for you. These are definitely good lessons. Yet, I cannot say I regret my choices, only that the reasons behind my choices were a smidge illogical. Perhaps the true moral of the story is, even when things don’t go exactly how you want, or when you make decisions without thinking things over, good can still come out of it. Through every pathway you take in life, there are opportunities to grow, learn, and build meaningful connections with fellow humans. 

     

How I Got Here, Part 4

 Disclaimer: Any names or personally identifiable information will be changed for any persons referenced. 

I sat at my mom’s kitchen table, scrolling through the liberal arts majors. Voices bounced around in my head of everyone who had told me I couldn’t make a career out of the arts, those who reminded me how competitive performing arts were, and every other doubt that told me I was pursuing the impossible.

I wasn’t even aware that Purdue had a music major, but when I saw it on the list, I stopped scrolling. I felt my heart race.

“Could I do this?” I asked myself.

I pushed aside each critical voice in my mind. My mother, who is an artist and a painter, encouraged me. I could feel the support of other teachers and artists in my life, including my first piano teacher and my high school choir director. 

I thought “YOLO!” and changed my major to music.

I was so excited to see which classes I could take starting next fall. I was also thrilled to discover my new major offered much more flexibility, and I had space for electives. Just for fun, I signed up for a dance class. 

After spring break, I started working for a piano teacher, Iracebeth. 

I was given a loose summary of my responsibilities, and she added the first students to my schedule. Besides the fact that Iracebeth’s piano studio was more than an hour's bus ride from where I lived, I felt like it was a pretty good gig. Working in the piano studio, I made significantly more money than my first campus job, which was McDonald’s (0/10 do not recommend) and it was also a step up from the daycare. 

I definitely faced a learning curve learning to teach with clarity and confidence. Both students and parents looked at me as an example of experience and a well of knowledge. I felt more like a puddle of knowledge. I had to learn how to accept payments, explain Iracebeth’s studio policies, teach piano using a curriculum, and arrange my teaching so I was finished after 30 minutes, but also filled up the entire time slot.

As I got to know my students better, teaching got easier. I connected with their interests and made them laugh. I found out what pace they wanted to learn, so they wouldn’t be bored or overwhelmed. 

The business-relationship side of things, however, worsened after the first few months. The expectations for my job constantly shifted.

To make matters worse, Iracebeth was also my piano teacher. I knew I needed to continue developing my musicianship so I could continue growing. But I remember gradually feeling more and more stressed. One particular class, there was a certain rhythm pattern I was struggling with. Iracebeth informed me that I needed to ‘figure it out’ or I wouldn’t be able to teach it. 

Well, she’s not wrong, but what I needed was some solid coaching on how to figure it out.

Before her winter piano recital I was so stressed I found myself sobbing in the bathroom. As I wiped tears from my face, I realized that I needed a better work-life balance, which meant taking piano lessons from someone who did not consider herself my boss.

I took a drink of water, dried my eyes, and went to encourage my students who were performing that night.

In January, I started taking piano lessons from a really good friend from church. She teaches music classes in Elementary school, so she and I have a lot in common. She has helped me grow in so many ways, and I am so grateful to still have her as my teacher today. 

Suffice it to say, Iracebeth was not pleased when she found out I was taking lessons from a different teacher. 

Throughout the year, Iracebeth continued to express her displeasure with me. Once she told me that I needed to push my students harder and get them through the curriculum faster. That very same day, a parent thanked me for how patient I was when teaching their child. From that moment, I decided my priority was the opinion of my students and their parents.

Even though I tried to care less about her opinions of me, she was still in charge of my schedule and income. The frequency with which I cried at work increased. 

Finally, as I was preparing for a new semester of classes, Iracebeth wanted to add six new students to my schedule. I knew I could not commit to teaching that many new students, especially not knowing what my course load would look like. I did what I could to negotiate a schedule that I could confidently commit to, but Iracebeth was uninterested in negotiations.

It was time to look for different piano teaching opportunities. In August of this year, following a prompting from God, I called a local music store. It turns out, they have a warehouse filled with dusty pianos they were willing to rent to me.

The next month was chaos as I started a new semester of classes and spent all my free time working. I cleaned and swept and dusted the warehouse. I set up my studio space, posted advertisements, and prepared to start teaching. And much to my astonishment, it went better than I could ever have imagined. 

That is how I got to where I am today: full time college student, early 20s, piano teacher with her own business. This is definitely not the direction I planned on going, but I have learned so much and it has been the most amazing adventure. 

If you have stuck around and read my story this far, thanks so much! Another thank you to everyone who has given me support and encouragement on this unexpected journey! I promise you, whatever you have going on in your life, God (or the universe or whatever power of love and light you may believe in) has a plan for you and is guiding your path. Sometimes it may not feel that way. I certainly did not feel that way when I was crying in the bathroom at work. I’m sure there will be times in the future when I don’t feel that way. But we just put one foot in front of the other, right?

I hope you stick around and keep reading my blog! I’ll continue sharing stories about my teaching adventures, infodumping about music, ranting about the recognition arts should get, and sharing teaching tips. Bye for now!

✨College✨ or How I Got Here, Part 3

 I moved onto campus a few weeks before classes started at Purdue so I would have time to find a job. I very distinctly remember walking across campus to a job interview. There is a big arch that reads “Purdue University”. I walked under that sign, like Mike Wazouski stepping into MU, basking in my own brilliance as a new student of such a prestigious place of study. Then I looked down, and realized I was walking in the bike lane.

Freshman year, I started out in the College of Education as a Special Education major. Countless times people inquired about my major, as is the standard get-to-know-you question on a college campus. But I got pretty much the same answer every time. “Why did you choose that major?” and “Oh, that is so wonderful, we really need good teachers, especially in special ed.” After a while, I got a bit tired of hearing the first question. No one was asking the engineering students why they chose their major. Additionally, I couldn’t exactly tell people that I was studying special education because I was inspired by my autistic cousin. I am the autistic cousin.

Shortly after I began my studies, I also got a part time job at a daycare. In the beginning, what I was learning from lectures and working in a classroom of sticky one-year-olds seemed to line up quite nicely. 

About halfway through my second semester, I started to get discouraged. I was fighting various mental health struggles and I felt like I was hitting a wall. Burnout can be common for educators, but I felt like I was experiencing burnout before I had even started. 

However, I wanted to push through. For everyone who had told me, “we need more good teachers,” I felt guilty. I did not want to fail them. 

Spring break was probably the biggest tipping point for me. I did not see it at the time, but God was lining everything up. 

I experienced a sudden job change right before spring break, which left me grieving and financially overwhelmed. I scheduled a meeting with a career advisor to figure out what might be a good path of study. Through all of this, I felt as though a cloud of guilt was hanging over my head. I saw myself as someone who was giving up. I felt I had slammed too many doors on myself. As I floundered in a metaphorical hallway of closed doors, God waltzed in and opened another.

I stumbled upon a particularly powerful quote (thanks Pinterest!):

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive” -Howard Thurman

The cloud of guilt parted and sunlight broke through. 

I spoke with a local piano teacher about working part time. Even though I had not taken lessons in a couple years, I was able to cite my experience teaching piano in high school. Next I met with the career advisor. This wise advisor listened to me talk for about 5 minutes, and then said, “you sound like an artist. Go check out the liberal arts majors.”

How I Got Here, Part 2

 I have been pondering how best to share the needs of my piano student. After some time, I realized this is not my story to tell, it is her story. I will only share the details of her story as it applies to my experience teaching her. Suffice it to say, she was only able to play piano with her left hand.

The piano curriculum I learned and taught from started teaching songs for right hand at the very beginning of the book and students were playing notes with both hands before the end of the book. Obviously, if I used that curriculum, there would be too many songs I would have to skip. 

Following several days of poking around on the internet, I found a piano book for the left hand. The only problem was the book was filled with highly complex exercises for advanced pianists to strengthen their left hand. Obviously, this was not the right book for a beginner piano student. 

I concluded that I would write my own piano curriculum. The musical notation software I had at my disposal was google slides. I had some experience writing lesson plans for my early childhood education class and I had written a few silly little songs. But I was woefully underprepared. I did not want to breach a single copyright law, so I found open source songs and attempted to write my own. 

Here is a glorious example of one of the songs I wrote for this curriculum. It is probably by far the most creative and original melodies in existence. 

Obviously, I lacked the abilities to write a solid piano curriculum. However, I could not find another piano curriculum written for the use of one hand. I saw a need and decided to fill it to the best of my abilities. Was it perfect? It couldn’t be further from perfect! But this was a building block. I am so grateful for my student’s patience as I learned how to adapt lessons. She gave me the gift of this building block. And maybe in the future, after I have more experience and have taken a composition class or two, I can revisit this curriculum and make it better. 

To my readers, do not let your fear of imperfection stop you from creating something. Life is not about creating perfect things, life is about learning and growing. And I can speak from experience, the clumsy little curriculum you attempt to write in high school can be the foundation to so much more.  

My senior year of high school took me on an unexpected path. I did not teach piano or take piano classes. Since the events of that year don’t really apply, we’ll just skip to my freshman year of college in How I Got Here, Part 3. Until then, go create something!