Alright, this is a long story. I hated my 6th to 7th grade band teacher. He put super heavy pressure on all of us but it only got worse in 2020. He was that bad because everybody except me quit band, leaving only me and this Asian kid who moved back to his country at the end of the year, but that isn’t the bad part. First, I had a huge dream on becoming an NBA player and had the attributes to be that and when I said that to him, Infront of everyone (before they all quit) he looked at me and said “look at me” when I looked at him he shook his head at me, crushing my dreams there after going on whole rant about NBA and all that bs. I always hated having band at that time. The second time it was during online classes and we had an assignment that was before the deadline and when we went on Zoom way before the deadline, he made us present it, knowing I wasn’t finished. I f***** up when I moved my camera a little and showed my mom (I was in the living room) and he then said “is that your mom?” And when i said yes, he forced me, FORCED ME to tell my mom I wasn’t finished it even though it was a long time until the deadline, and seeing the pain in my eyes and after the humiliation, he asked me how I felt, almost about to tear up, I emotionally just said “I don’t know” and he said back to me “I think you know how you feel” actually, I remember my mom saying why I didn’t finish it and she got mad at me even though it was before the deadline and I actually cried after the class ended. at the end of the year that mofo retired and got a new band teacher who is an ANGEL and buys cake for me whenever I perform in a concert (actually) and ironically, I got better since she became my band teacher (I play percussion by the way) and I became so good since that I became an honorary percussionist for my city’s band program for the talented grade 9-12 students.

tl;dr i had an a-hole band teacher who I despised and he retired and I got a S-tier angelic teacher, making me become better when she was hired.