When it was announced on the first day of Blue Lake International, a four-week music camp, that I had gotten the position of first flute, my heart swelled with pride. However, the position was soon taken by a counselor, Tracey whom I thought would merely assist with rehearsals. Furthermore, Tracey began taking major flute solos from the students because she believed they lacked the skill to perform them. Her method of teaching mainly employed grabbing instruments, shouting, and glaring. Afraid that she would ruin my experience, I quickly picked up on what she disliked and started acting much friendlier. Resultantly, she started sharing some of the solos with me. However, the second chair flutist, Sarah, wasn’t so lucky. Her shyness quickly
