I climb the steps to the first floor, where my music classroom is, burning the depressing memory and tossing its ashes out of my skull. My body tingles when I see the dark oak door with a plate engraved Music Room, and the sadness melts away. This is my favorite classroom, the only place in school that’s ever felt like home. There are other music rooms, mostly for recording or solo practice, but I like this one the most. It’s more open, less lonely.
