I didn't go to church today. The above is not why---I just can't handle it right this minute. I hope God doesn't off any astronauts on my account though. As an adult, I don't really believe that is how God operates, but it's hard to emotionally break that core of guilt you're infused with as a child, even if you can logically dismiss it with a wave of your hand.
Also in retrospect, I suspect that nun was reminding herself to offer patience up to God as much as she was lecturing me. She had such a short fuse, she really should not have been teaching music to kids, but they made her do it I guess. I think that was where I started getting the idea that all musicians were difficult sonsabitches and you had to put up with a certain amount of abuse. Oddly enough I don't hate her or even dislike her. I took lessons from her for 8 years, while most of the other kids quit after a year or two. I think part of it was the challenge, sort of like the pilot trainees in Officer and a Gentleman. "You're not gonna make ME quit! I'll beat you! I'll win this game!" I grew to think of her rather fondly.
But I still don't play much piano.