I was in the mood for some green tea ice cream, red bean ice cream, congee and dim sum, so I decided to head on over to T&T to do a bit of early afternoon grocery shopping. There I saw my 2nd violin teacher, Mr. Hou, who taught me for a few years back when I was in grade school (I think when I was about 6 to 9 years old). However my screeching and flailing arms failed to capture his attention (except for those around me), so I gave up and scurried on over to the next aisle to escape the many strange stares I was getting. After a few minutes, I regretted not trying hard enough (although I think yelling and doing jumping jacks is trying-hard-enough), so I tried to find him--to no avail. :( It's been over seven years since I last saw him (ran into him randomly at the conservatory while waiting for a lesson), and although he looks much older now, it was undoubtedly him. (Plus he had a violin case on his back.) Current mood: Nostalgic. My bow arm is what it is today because of him. My best memories of him are:
1. My first lesson, where he caught me glancing at my watch (an hour is too long for the attention span of a 6 year old) and joked about it. I remember feeling really ashamed.
2. He gave out candies on Hallowe'en!
3. I gained my infamous scar on the forehead at the conservatory right after his lesson on the third floor. (If you don't know about it, it's because an elevator door ran into me.)
I think I might go visit my teachers back from high school again before I start working. You should, too! :)
As an aside, his daughter is doing really well:
http://www.susannehou.com/about.html
