absolutely hated it when I took up the oboe in middle school band. I decided on the oboe mainly because the school owned it & I didn't have to buy an instrument. Granted, those things sound like a wounded wildebeest until you get the hang of the double reed, but she would just go nuts, attacking the bell of the instrument as I tried to play it. I ended up having to practice in the car. Somewhere in Charlevoix High School, there are 45 year-old kitty teeth marks in the school oboe. I still miss that cat.