My history teacher's concert

2024.6.10

Definitely one of the highlights of my one year in Christ's Hospital school.

19:40, in the glowing night-time lights in Chapel, a house of students, teachers, children, elderlies, and people from outside the school gather together in my history teacher's concert.

At first, I am simply stunned. I never knew my history teacher as an almost professional violinist. Dressed in a black and white suit that brings me back to the 1970s, he introduced himself in a elegant manner. As the piano starts playing in the background, my teacher transforms into someone I am very unfamiliar of. His every stroke of the violin is so majestic and powerful, stretching the sound of music to the very top of the Chapel. The violin is clearly one of his favourite toys, shown as he gently cradles the violin using his raised elbows in every move.

The sound of violin touches every single person in the room. Sometimes it is melancholy, allowing listeners to interpret the sadness of the musician. Sometimes it is bright with the power to tore apart clouds, leaving everyone in silence and awe. My history teacher beautifully expresses all of these feelings in his concert.

After the event, I am even more astonished when my teacher introduces the handmade products by children and teacher in a school he sponsors in Mombassa, Kenya. I bought a wood fish for my brother and it is probably one of the most successful purchases I have ever made. I am touching the hands and heat of these Mombassa children.