Some of you may be wondering why I have not been posting. One word...finals!!! Ugggghhhh. The concept of finals just doesn't make sense to me. You're given a test on one day that covers everything you've learned through the entire course. It took fourteen weeks to learn all of the information, and I'm expected to prove that I've learned all that in two hours. What if I'm having a bad day? What if I'm sick? What if I have a memory lapse the day of the test? Why should twenty-five percent of my grade be based on one test?
Really I'm only worried about two of my tests--piano and my jury. My jury is tomorrow at twoish and I still can't play one of my pieces. The other one I like and have played in a general recital, but in my lesson Tuesday it kicked me arse. I fell apart on passages I've never had trouble with before, and I can only imagine that it would go worse when I actually have to perform it for the entire woodwind faculty. I've made A's on everything we've done in piano, but the final is going to be much, much harder than anything we've done, and it is very long. I'm going to be stumbling through scales, chord progressions, and harmonization for at least twenty minutes, not to mention the two pieces that I can't play. I should quit whinning before someone offers me some cheese and crackers.
A great stress reliever lately has been simply to be obnoxious. There is a nice courtyard at the back of my dorm that contains quite a few trees where a great hoard of birds has taken up residence. There are so many that the ground beneath has turned white. It almost looks like there is snow on the leaves. Now everytime I pass by, I run through the courtyard clapping my hands, causing the birds to take off in a frenzy of fear and rage, making more noise than Manteca when he gets hold of a double Andy with cheese. I know half the residents of Baridon can hear the comotion, and I've probably got a few people wishing harm upon me, but it's fun and they can't take that away from me. I also drink coffee to relieve stress, but that's a different story. It's a good thing I don't drink...
I've really become quite the nusiance to society lately. I've even taken to theft. Yesterday I stole a roll of toliet paper from downstairs, and it wasn't the first time. You have to resort to drastic measures when you're poor. Lately I've bummed many free meals from people, such as Erica and her grandparents. The farzzz and I even went to babysit with Erica last night and got Cheese-It Mix and Oreos out of the deal. I'm looking forward to going home Thursday to real food bought by me very own mum. Who else....? There's my grandmother, my dad, and of course the Convoginators' Christmas Turkey Roast Hoedown get-together thingy. I may be fat by the time I get back to school. Now I just need somebody to pay for my gas, insurance, oil-change, new tires, and a digital camera...I also need Chris Botti's new album *cough* Manteca *cough*...
I suppose that's enough complaints for one day. I'll be home Thursday in time for lunch, so if anybody needs me I'll be doing absolutely nothing, except maybe digging coins out of the couch...
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