Sadie Ptasinski

As I am writing this, Joseph and Cameron are rifling through my wallet. That shows how little boundaries are respected in this class. Anderson just fell off his chair and Santiago is playing piano while someone else is playing completely different music from their phone. One time, a friend from the vis program came and sat in the class, and afterwards she described her experience as “watching a sitcom”. There were several times throughout my four years at Canterbury where I doubted my commitment to this instrument and wanted to pursue visual arts instead, but I couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing these silly geese every day. We laughed, we cried and we turned 81, and in the end I’m glad I stuck around.