As a middle school band and orchestra teacher, my husband has many comical interaction with parents. (and some not-so-comical, if you know what I mean) This letter was too good not to blog, and we got permission from the mom, who obviously has a great sense of humor.
Chuck Chovacek – Bass Man
“My son would like to play the stringed bass this year. OK, with a name like Chuck Chovacek, the kid is OBVIOUSLY destined to play jazz in smokey Euro-bars for the rest of his artistically tortured life. Either that, or become a private eye.
So I guess what I’m saying is, he’s committed to this whole string thing. The horror.
Can you look in your records and email me back his measurements? I will call the violin shop and order his instrument as soon as you let me know the right size.
Seriously, THANK YOU for taking this on. I had no idea the school offered this. Really, really a nice bonus. As a family, we have no musical talent going back several generations, but we’re wishing you all the best with Chuck.”
Wait, it gets better. The next day, she wrote this one:
Chuck Chovacek – Cello?
My bad. Chuck just told me that Jaime already got the Bass.
Guess we need Chuck’s measurements for the cello. So much for aspirations of smokey jazz bars. Correct me if I’m wrong, but only girls wearing turtlenecks play the cello. Not that I mind having a cello-playing child, but I think this limits his career possibilities to playing Pachebel’s Cannon at very small weddings.
You have your work cut out for you.
It’s good to know there are still parents like this: They want the best for their child, but don’t take themselves too seriously. I can’t wait to see Chuck as a well-rounded, but slightly quirky adult!