In other news, I called B from the airport on my way back to Atlanta and we ended up talking for half an hour. I had just done my audition a few hours earlier and I was brimming with excitement and enthusiasm and pride. I gave him a quick run-down just like I was talking to a friend: how I had a terrible lesson in NYC in January, how i got really depressed and confused about my playing, then how this school encouraged me to apply, I really focused on getting ready and I really improved, etc etc. He was very sympathetic about the drama of rescheduling due to the blizzard. He surprised me by asking me to tell him about the terrible lesson I had in NYC in January. I gave him a tidbit, he asked for more, and we ended up discussing it at great length. He was EXTREMELY supportive and encouraging, and also outraged on my behalf... while I was telling him what the teacher told me during the lesson, he muttered, "what an a--h---" and then told me how he thought what happened was really bizarre and wrong. It made me feel a lot better. It's funny because I really wanted to talk to him right after it happened but I was afraid to show him how crazy and hurt I felt by the teacher, and I was also afraid to talk about it with basically anybody because I was afraid they'd say, "the terrible things the teacher told you were true." But no. In the end I had to cut him off so I could board the plane.
