Day 7

Many expenses today. Actually, I paid the bills. Meralco and Internet Wifi got my 1 gold, 2 silvers, 1 Roman shekel, and 1 denarius. Plus, I had to go to Manila and report for the interview. That costed me another silver.

But I learned a lot today.

Before the learning. I knew that the school is not an ordinary school. It was a music school. And it is located at the heart of the palaces in Valle Verde. And they cater to the class A and the double and triple A families. The owner came from the Conservatory and, from her words, looks down on untutored talent (that was not furnished in the Conservatory). Anyway, I knew I wouldn't be able to get it. And I didn't know also how the hell I would be able to squeeze the schedule there from my own summer schedule. I did play the guitar. I knew that these songs were not classical songs. But I did not stink that bad. Okay, I stank.

I was a little happier because the two other applicants came from UST also (Conservatory), and they were friendly. I got the phone number of JR (Raymond). He plays the violin and has an ensemble. Perhaps, I can recommend their group to weddings. Favor Bank.

On my way home, I recalled the movie of Jim Carrey, Dick and Jane. I felt like him when I lined up with the Mexicans. One of those days. I believe though that the school will still take me in for some guitar tutoring. And I heard the owner say that she can recommend their richy clients to me for tutoring, adding that they pay more when it comes to academics.

That made me think.

I thought about William Shakespeare teaching poetry writing to noble people, receiving his golds and silvers. And I could literally save a lot on time, by just focusing on three students for example at a time, and earning as much as I do - even more - if I do full time. In my extra time, I could do a lot more. I could even teach part time in a college or something.

Then, I also realized what the owner said. These rich families - they don't trust the ordinary schools. They don't send their kids to schools. They hire private tutors.

Lesson one. I could do that. Be the tutor.

Lesson two. Ah, so that's the reason why the rich people don't have any regard for the poor. They don't have social skills. With the poor. They just sit there on top of their ivory towers, letting time go by. While an ordinary worker tills the ground. They wouldn't know - those on the ivory towers.

If the people cry out that they are hungry, these people might even send them cakes. Who knows?

Bastilles. Bastards.