I was dropped off at school today with my bass, so I could walk (my suggestion) to my bass lesson, less than 1km away, I think? Took me 30 minutes with a bass and my school bags- I would think at an NYC pace (my usual) it would take me less than 10 minutes.
This is Klaukkala, where my bass lessons are, and where I will eventually live, for a short while.
Crossing the street with a bass was pretty funny- so many people slowed down to rubberneck, like they've never seen an upright bass.
I was able to have some conversations with people I didn't know at school today because of my bass. Also, I believe I've gained more respect from my music class (though I might have annoyed my teacher with constant bass lines). I played the Eccles Sonata, 1st movement, and I think it went over well. Slightly out of tune- I'm not used to the borrowed bass yet. I prefer my own bass for classical solos, not to sound snobby.
Strange having a bass teacher who is not my previous bass teacher, Mr. Bill Staebell. He taught me for 8-9 years, every week. Strange being taught by someone else. Really strange.
So I went to my Swedish class today, waited in the halls for about seven minutes. Nothing. There was another kid in my class sitting across the hall. So I asked him what was going on- I found out that our class was mostly first years, who were on a field trip this afternoon. So no Swedish class- I knocked on the door to be sure. Nothing. Free hour and a half to sit in the ghost town of the hallways.
Then I walked to my bass lesson. I have to say- I enjoy the independence expected of Finnish children/adolescents. I'm not quite up to snuff, for even though my parents were stricter than most Americans in implementing DIY moments in my life (believe me on that one), nonetheless as an American youth, I have been coddled.
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