Thursday, December 25, 2008
We shall call him 3.
I'll explain why:
There are exactly three boys who I love. Boys who I care about deeply, and, although they may not share the exact same feelings toward me, I care about them and wish them every happiness, even if it's not necessarily with me. These began as crushes, developed into friendships with undertones of attraction, and further developed into love. Each one has taken a different amount of time to reach these qualifications, and my feelings towards each of them are different, but I love all three of them.
Once I love somebody, I love them forever. I may be able to push it to the back of my mind when I haven't seen them for awhile, but I still think about them whenever I see things that I associate with them (places, people, religions, colleges, authors, characters, songs, musical instruments, colors, etc.).
In short, I don't (romantically) love people in a very healthy manner.
We are going to call the boy in question 3 because he was the third one to enter the picture. Rather simple, actually.
In the past year, I told 3 how I felt about him, as I did with 2 and 1. He didn't feel the same way about me (He turned me down in such a sweet way)(... Did I really just say that? Wow. I'm hopeless.), and after that initial awkwardness passed, we became friends again, if somewhat more distant.
Now that you have the generic, identity-free background to the story, let me begin.
One of the scenarios I picture with boys that I love is similar to one in Casino Royale.
You know the one, where Bond goes into the bathroom and finds Vesper sitting in the shower in her evening gown, crying/in shock? And Bond goes and holds her?
I always pictured something like that. One of us (usually me, at first, because all three of the other boys are taller than me) is in need of some SERIOUS comfort, and the boy just sits next to me and holds me without saying anything, like in the movie.
I don't usually think about it in reversed terms, with the boy being the one that needs consoling, but today I did.
I was talking to 3 on an instant messaging service (the most personal of all methods of communication. yeah right.), catching up because I hadn't talked to him in a while, and all of a sudden he tells me that he can't talk right now because he's crying in his room and can't really handle shit at the moment.
At which point I imagined the above scene with the roles reversed. More than anything, I wanted to be in the room with him, helping him through whatever it was he needed to get through.
And I couldn't.
Physically, he was too far away.
Emotionally, he didn't like me like that, so it wouldn't be very effective.
And I want to express this desire to comfort to him, while acknowledging his lack of desire for it to come from me, and it's really difficult to do that through a stupid IM.
So he had to sit in his room alone, and cry. For whatever reason.
On Christmas. I couldn't even give him that.
3, if you ever read this, I do love you. I do care about you.
I realize it's kind of odd, given the circumstances, but I do.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The family across the street and one to the right moved to a different neighborhood.
The family to our left (facing the street) moved to CHINA for a year for the dad's business.
And the family to our right (again facing the street) are moving to Montreal.
Are we that unpleasant to live next to?
:) Just kidding. I still see the girl in family 1 in school, and family 2 is in town (and state, country, and continent) for 2 weeks for Christmas before they come home permanently in 6 weeks.
I'm going to miss family 3, though. I used to go over there when I'd accidentally get locked out of my house to borrow the key they held for just such occasions.
The mom is such an excellent cook, too.
Bye, family 3! We'll miss you! Keep in touch!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Hmm. the video-window is too big. Go look at it on the original website.
A musical promoting gay marriage? Hmm. I don't think we could ever perform this at our school... I mean, if they wrote angry letters about The Marriage of Bette and Boo then this would never go over well.
In other news, I found out about the YouTube Symphony Orchestra today.
Youtube is doing this project where they've commissioned Tan Dun to write a symphony for the first internet collaborative symphony orchestra. What you do is you record your instrument part to a video of Tan Dun conducting the piece, submit it to youtube, and record something in public domain (there are suggestions on each instrument page) and then somehow they pick the members of the orchestra. They're performing in Carnegie Hall in April. I think it's a pretty cool idea.
Here's the London Symphony Orchestra performing the piece.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
- Cody! We went to the mall and hung out today. It was fun.
- A little old man in a little smart car, smoking a Sherlock Holmes-esque pipe.
- A woman with a not-so-recently shaved beard. Like, five o'clock shadow from two days ago stubble. It was very noticeable.
- NOT SANTA. Me and Cody stood there for like a half hour waiting for Santa to get back from his break and take pictures with the little kids, and eventually we just went home, because he STILL wasn't back.
- A woman driving the wrong way in the parking lot... the lanes are one-way, and she barely squeezed by me and the person in front of me.
- The Christmas pianist at the mall who's not very old at all, who looks rather unhealthy. Evidently he has some kind of incurable disease, or something, according to Dad, who was told this when he inquired about the position for me a few years ago. He was quite good... I wish I could transition between Christmas carols as seamlessly as he does.
- Didn't see it, but I felt the ground shake when we were upstairs at Dick's Sporting Goods. For a second I thought there was another earthquake going on (like the one last year that I slept through, rrgh. I hate that I missed it.) but Cody thought it was the guy walking past. I prefer to think it was an earthquake. Much cooler.
- Six people I knew. Cody was like, "Oh my God, do you know everybody?"
- A little girl bouncing ten times her height on one of those bouncy, bungee-jumping things they have at the mall.
- An Edward Cullen life-size cardboard stand-up. There was a Bella Swann one as well, but who cares about her?
Dad and Elizabeth are coming home with Five Guys burgers soon. I can almost taste them already... They went to go see the new James Bond movie. I hope they were more intelligent than I was, and missed the Festival of Lights traffic that I forgot about until it was too late to turn around.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
This makes me feel much better about myself.
This Saturday, I shall brave the formidable wasteland that is the mall on the Saturday before Christmas. Terrifying, but Christmas shopping is a must.
I should probably plan what I'm going to get.
We had hot chocolate today in Calculus. It was wonderful. Nothing makes integrals more pleasant than hot chocolate.
No other significant musings for today. Not that any of these were particularly significant...
Monday, December 15, 2008
The Admissions Committee of the Indiana University Jacobs School of Music has considered your screening materials and application for admission to the for the Fall Semester 2009 [sic].After careful review and consultation with faculty, the Committee did not feel it could recommend an on campus audition.
This decision has no bearing on your admission to Indiana University by University Admissions. If it is your decision to attend Indiana University, we encourage you to consider enrollment in our courses in general music studies, ensembles, and secondary lessons as electives.
Dr. Townsend A. Plant
Director of Music Admissions and Financial Aid
Indiana University Jacobs School of Music"
All I can think is that I spent ALL THAT TIME writing those essays for the Indiana Scholarship Committee, and now I haven't gotten in to the School of Music?
While I know I'm not a bad musician, this is a pretty significant blow to my self-confidence. Being a not bad musician does not necessarily mean that I am a good one.
I've always thought of myself primarily as a pianist. But I can't sightread worth crap, and I can't improvise on the piano without freaking out and stopping every couple of measures to make sure I did it right.
What now? Do I give up?
I don't think I should. I mean, my audition at UNCG went fairly well (I think) and I really do like it there. Certainly this news isn't the end of the world, but it has made me step back and reevaluate. But I can't help but wonder if perhaps I'm not as good as I thought I was... am I just mediocre in the grand scheme of things?
I got into GSE on the flute.
I've gotten into Honors Chorus 3 times, and one time I was the top scorer in my section.
I've never auditioned or competed for anything on piano before. Perhaps I was wrong to think of myself primarily as a pianist?
Also, is this the letter for the piano screening, the voice screening, or both?
And frankly, I'm not hugely surprised. I mean, I wasn't exactly in top form the day we recorded my screening auditions. The fugue I had started just a little more than a month before... I hadn't finished learning the notes until the week before. The Brahms was simply catastrophic... ugh.
I guess I can't wear the scarf the Honors College sent me, now. Such a shame... it's so warm. I'm sure not going to go there if I can't major in music. Secondary lessons and general music courses my ass... I've never wanted to be anything other than a music major. Not since like 7th grade, anyway.
I slaved over those essays, though!
And why did they want a screening audition so early in the year? November?
Really? That's two months before their first audition date. Do you know how much work you can get done on a piece of music in two months? Why, just the next week I was playing my audition pieces better than I did for the screening recording...
Also, they need to fix the typo in their letter. "admission to the for the Fall Semester"?
Makes me feel a little better about not getting in, honestly. Call it being petty, but the fact that an error like that would slip through such a short letter gives the childish, immature side of me some sort of pleasure. You know, akin to the sour grapes concept? "Why would I want to go there anyway? They can't even proofread their letters."
I know it's silly. But whatever.
I guess I'm going to UNCG, now. Not that that's a bad thing, I very much like UNCG. The professors there are excellent, and I already know some people that go there. Some of the professors even already sort of know who I am, so I have that base there already.
But I'd hoped to go a little further away from home...
Oh well. It's not the end of the world.
I'm just ready to get out of High School already.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Eric Whitacre posted this to his blog recently. It was awesome. I followed suit.
The performers are TorQ percussion quartet.
The piece is Sleep, by Eric Whitacre (which is why he posted it to his blog).
This year, our school schedule is structured in such a way that we have homeroom every day for about twenty minutes. We don't do anything. It's a total waste of time, so I don't go.
However, I got a little worried today that they might count these absences against senior exemptions for exams, or report cards, or something. So I went up to the office to find out if I was "in trouble."
Why can't I leave well enough alone? Now the assistant principal knows that I don't go to homeroom, and although she said she'd "look the other way" about the past however long it's been (like... a month maybe? and three weeks before that one day that I went? and quite awhile before that, too... hmm.), she said I need to start going again, so they can get graduation announcements to us.
Graduation is in June.
What could they possibly tell us right now?
Anyway... I might go tomorrow, just to tell Coach Lowery where I'll be for the rest of the school year... because I'm still not going to go.
And no, this isn't because I think that band people are "above the law", Mr. new-assistant-principal-whose-name-I've-forgotten. If I'm going to waste my time, I'm going to do it somewhere I'm comfortable (i.e., not the gym floor).
I mean... what are they going to do? Fail me?
I hope Mr. J doesn't get in trouble. I suppose I should have thought about that before I went...
The band website is up now.
We have our second madrigal dinner tonight... last night went well. I'll have pictures up at some point. Maybe. I love being the jester... I get to make fun of people.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
"Hmm," thought I. "This isn't good."
I pulled out onto 801 anyway, thinking that it would start... but it didn't. I'm sitting there, going like 18 mph on 801, and continually slowing. I slightly freaked, pulled over, and realized that the incline I had pulled over onto was rather steep, and the truck was rather top heavy. I tried to go a little bit further down the road to a lighter incline, but the truck wouldn't go at all, and started sliding down the incline towards a fence. The sheriff shows up... gives me the brilliant idea of using 4-wheel drive (why didn't I think of that?) and I pull away successfully.
Fast-forward to almost to school, in front of the Food Lion in the line of cars that is always there.
It happened again (minus the incline), so I pull into the parking lot, try to get it to go, manage to get to school.
Dad told me that my car was ready that day (good timing), so I'm to drop the truck off at the station and pick up my car. That was also a bit problematic.
Anyway, we went to pick up the truck the other day to take it to G-mommy's, and it did it again before I'd gotten twenty feet, so we took it back to get it checked again.
What was wrong with it?
Very odd problem.
Doesn't usually happen to cars.
Mice had chewed the wires. And the aluminum in the air conditioning. And maybe the gas line.
Since when do mice chew on cars?
PS- I found someone else who reads my blog.
Friday, November 21, 2008
There are reasons I turn down the bottle of water offered to me by my section when I ask to go get a drink. It's not because of germs... It's because I need to get out of a stressful environment, even if only for a minute or two.
You know it's bad when you prefer Calculus.
Mmm... banana splits and trig parties. I love Calculus.
What really irks me, though, is that I would like to see this image again. It was dramatic, compelling, and strange.
I have no idea the name of the movie, any of the characters, the plotline... anything.
I dont' even know what channel it came on, not that it matters. It aired about 7 years ago, and I don't know what time of day, or even what day.
I hate futile battles.
This is even harder than trying to track down that one version of the Star Spangled Banner I heard at the All-State Band concert those years ago. I at least know what year it was (2005), who was conducting (Jeff King), and some details of the arrangement (Opening trumpet duet. Included a quote from another patriotic song, most likely "America".).
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
What's further, we had to post it in a public forum, and let our classmates finish the poem by writing 5 more lines in our style.
While the assignment is BEYOND stupid, I was fairly satisfied with the result. (Minus the 5 lines by someone else, I haven't gotten any of those yet.)
The tip of the pen brushes the vast field of paper, black water flowing from the spout
making puddles of letterswordssentencesparagraphsnovelsthoughtsideasloverevolution.
Each word a brushstroke on an imagined canvas, seen differently by all,
because each soul speaks a different language with the same words trying desperately to
get a message out to somebody who will listenreadhearcarethinkponderchangetheworld.
In the desperate search for meaning in this maelstrom we call life, using this arbitrary
system of communication that we've been taught since birth, wordspunctuationsyntax
giving form to the formless forces inside, that which we all know but cannot express
correctly in any form, no matter how hard we try, but try we must because that's what life
is: the the attempt to make something usefulbeautifulmeaningful with limited resources.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Below are a bunch of clips from Bill Moyers' series Moyers on America, "The Net at Risk?"
I found it to be most informative. I think it's most of the show, I'm not entirely sure. I know there's a little bit missing, but I don't know how much.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I love her voice. (That's Jessye Norman, by the way.)
Completely unrelated to the video above, I just watched Get Smart, and I thought it was fantastic. The end of it was filmed at Disney Concert Hall.
I want to go there so bad...
Their organ looks amazing.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I hope they don't compare notes.
I hope that they don't think me uncreative if they do compare notes.
Honestly, I don't know any of them. I've met four of them... and their emails were slightly more personalized.
Why am I worrying about this?
In related news, I got an email from Indiana a couple of days ago... but I didn't see it until just now. I got in! I have officially been accepted as a student at Indiana University. Now I just have to get in the school of music.
Life is seriously starting to look good for the next little bit: Marching band is only practicing once a week anymore, I got into college, Thanksgiving, Birthday, and Christmas are on their way, I'll be done with auditions very soon, I don't have to go to either of the parades with marching band (Thank you, conveniently placed audition and recital...), and I'll be able to get a job sometime after new years (Starbucks, here I come)!
We're doing a poetry unit in my english class. I love poetry. I love how I've been able to use two of the poems I've been obsessed with lately in my assignments (John Donne's "Batter my heart, O Three person'd God" and William Butler Yeats "The Stolen Child"). I love that I got a recording of John Adam's setting of "Batter my Heart" from Doctor Atomic off Youtube.
I'm so incredibly happy right now.
The only downside is that I've misplaced my iPod. Which is inconvenient; we've got an exceptionally long drive tomorrow to play against Butler High School in Charlotte. What will I do on the way back?
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Once upon a time, there was an exclusive club of seven Carolina fans. They all lived together in a house that was painted Carolina Blue, and every second of their day was Carolina-themed. They took showers with Carolina-Blue colored water, ate specially ordered Carolina-Blue M&M’s, and every night they watched a Carolina game from their video archives. On nights of live Carolina games, they worked themselves into a Carolina frenzy, and then gathered on the Carolina-Blue couch to watch the game on their home theatre plasma television. After the game they would stay awake into the night, analyzing each second of the game, and would flail themselves as punishment in the event that Carolina lost.
Their leader’s name was Calvin. Calvin was the most fanatical of all seven fans. The only thing that matched Calvin’s love of Carolina was his hatred of Duke. All the other fans wanted to be just like Calvin, because Calvin represented the epitome of Carolina devotion.
On Calvin’s birthday, an enormous package came in the mail. All the fans clustered around Calvin as he ripped the box open eagerly. When it was opened, the fans were shocked, and some of them actually screamed in horror. Inside the box was a collection of Duke paraphernalia. T-shirts, plastic cups, hats, posters, even little figurines of the Duke Blue Devil. Calvin was appalled. He was so offended that he flung the box and its contents into the Carolina-Blue incinerator, and then plunged his hands in boiling water to sterilize them. Unfortunatly, horrible, blistery burns raised up on his hands, and he was rushed to the hospital.
While in the hospital, he turned away three doctors who had attended Duke, insisting that his doctors and nurses be from Carolina. As he recuperated, he tried to imagine how such a horrifying event could have happened. Who would have the nerve to not only look at such a perverse selection of Duke paraphernalia online, but to actually pay good money to have it shipped into his home? Which of his housemates were sick enough, twisted enough to commit such an atrocious act? Their faces took on a maniacal sneer in his mind as the realization hit him: they were ALL guilty! They had conspired against him, trying to overthrow him as their leader! Calvin felt hurt, betrayed, outraged.
When his housemates came to visit, laden with Carolina-blue flowers and balloons, and the latest shipment of M&M’s, he confronted them about their wicked plot. Each one denied a part in the coup, quickly pointing their fingers at each other in blame. Ignoring their distress, Calvin sent them away to pack their things and leave his Carolina sanctuary. Moaning with the agony of rejection, they slowly filed out of his hospital room.
The next day, his grandmother came to visit him. She brought a homemade chicken pie, and lovingly fed it to him, since he was incapable of feeding himself. On her way out the door, she told him that his birthday present was already in the mail, or else she would have brought it herself.
After an excruciating week of recovery, he was released from the hospital. He walked in to the now-empty house, and found it quiet, and stripped of the majority of its furnishings. He scoured the house from top to bottom, in an attempt to eliminate all traces of the Duke-tainted former residents. When he got to the basement, he found a piece of paper next to the incinerator. He freaked out, since he knew it had fallen from the box in his rush to destroy it, but as he cautiously approached the paper, he saw that it had writing on it.
“Happy birthday, Calvin! I wasn't sure of the name of the team you liked, but I after I went to the college team store, I remembered that it was the blue one. I bought their entire stock! I just know how much you love that blue team. Can’t wait to see you at Christmas! Love, Grandma.”
Calvin was horrified. His own grandmother! He resolved to never speak to her again. He tried to call all of his friends to welcome them back, but oddly, they had all changed their cell phone numbers. Calvin spent the next few years living alone, never able to find someone who quite loved Carolina as much as he did. Eventually, he was arrested for stalking the point guard of Carolina’s basketball team, and after being declared criminally insane, he was confined to a padded cell for the rest of his life. The guard was an avid Duke fan, and frequently watched the Duke games in the break room. For some reason, Calvin never showed any signs of recovery.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I HOPE I left it at home, plugged into my computer there. But I don't see how I could have done that... I keep my flash drive on my keychain. The little attaching clippy thing is still there, but the flashdrive is not. I definately have my keys right here with me.
This is not good.
Not that I had anything vitally important on there.
Just my work for the last several units in English, all of which has been turned in.
But I'd still like to have it.
I hope I find it...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
This came as a surprise last night, when my grandparents called to catch up with us on life and such. When I answered the phone, Gramps said something to the effect of, "Is this the blogger?"
Evidently, one of my cousins (hi, guys) told them about my entry on not wanting to go to Carolina.
Not that I care. I have nothing to hide. If I did, I wouldn't put it on the internet, anyway.
Hmm. How many people actually read this thing?
Anyway. My online teacher has posted the next unit in our class. HOWEVER, because she keeps extending deadlines, the time originally allotted for each unit successively shrinks with each unit.
Last unit we had 12 days.
This time, we have 8.
We're reading the first two chapters of Arthur Conan Doyle's A Study in Scarlet. But evidently, not the rest of it.
Oh well. I'm going to go to Calculus now. I've got a quiz to take.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
We kicked Starmount High's butt. Accidentally. Without meaning to.
How awesome is that?
Anyway, the forgetfulness aspect is this: I LEFT MY PICCOLO AT SCHOOL AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
So yeah. I'm stupid. Oh well.
Lindsay's mom went and picked it up for me. I need to make her a cake to say thank you.
But we did REALLY well. It was loads of fun. We got to see some really cool shows, too, including:
- Cirque de Soleil (the drum major's outfits looked like clown costumes WAY CREEPY. But their show was good.)
- Something about asia. It was a blend of china and japan, so it wasn't really all that accurate, but it was COOL. They had one of those gigantic paper dragons, a samurai, and fire-twirlers, and the samurai fought with one of the instrumentalists, and it was AWESOME.
- Legends of rock show, which was awesome
- The Firebird Suite (kind of an odd selection for a marching band show, but it was pretty cool)
- Some school did a Wicked show, but we didn't get to see it. Their drum major was dressed as Elphaba, though!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
- Answer personal questions about our beliefs in regards to Macbeth
- Read and respond in a paragraph to two of five quotes, then respond to two of our classmates' posts
- Complete a KWL chart about Macbeth (how totally 3rd grade)
- Take two pages of cornell notes about Shakespeare's life
- Read Macbeth
- Respond to each act on the discussion board by posting two significant quotes, interpreting the quotes, and then asking a question about something we would like clarified about the play, then respond to two of our classmates' posts
- Take notes on an website discussing the historical context of Macbeth
- Listen to a podcast about a production of Macbeth, and the actors'/director's/crew's opinions about the subject matter of Macbeth, etc.
- Listen to an edited version of a JFK speech about secrecy
- Listen to the CSI themesong
- Read the wikipedia article about CSI
- Write a blog entry discussing how JFK's speech relates to Macbeth, and how Macbeth would make a good episode of CSI (which is blasphemy)
- Write two essays on Macbeth, one about an imagery motif and what it represents, the other on whether or not Macbeth's punishment was appropriate for his crimes, and whether or not he would have gotten the same punishment if he were alive today
- Create a powerpoint with a partner (which was supposed to be assigned to us, but was not) about literary terms and describing examples of each in Macbeth
- Read a website about the use of quotation marks (because we've gotten to Honors English IV by NOT learning how to write properly. However, there are people in my class who actually need this... there's one kid who still hasn't passed Algebra I. This is the kid that said, of Hitler's plan for Germany, "I have to say i disagree bout Hitler having good plans for Germany, because Hitler never tried and did anything good in his time. He was a very mean leader who took it for granted and knew what he wanted to do [sic]." I mean, sure, Hitler committed atrocious acts that have scarred the face of human history for all time, but if you're going to criticize him, do so intelligently. Please. Don't use the word "mean" when you speak of Hitler. It's like calling the sun "warm." And then there's that girl who said it was "ludacris [sic]" to ruin the world around us out of "ignorice [sic]". On second thought, perhaps it's a good thing that we're reading about quotation marks. Last unit's grammar exposure was about apostrophe's and possessives.)
- Complete the Vocabulary University assignment. (My vocabulary words this unit included, "gradually," "casualty," "momentarily," and my personal favorite, "emotional.")
- Create an Animoto video illustrating the theme "Appearances versus reality".
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
We're reading Macbeth in my online english class, as you can probably infer.
We're comparing it to the JFK assassination and an episode of CSI.
I know. Blasphemy.
I have two papers to finish by midnight tomorrow. That's going to be a pain.
It's not as bad as it seems, though. My "teacher" doesn't actually grade worth crap.
Although she needs to go fix those grades that she said she would... a week ago.
I sent her 4 messages in the past two weeks about mistaken grades. She's responded to one of them.
I still need to learn my music for honors chorus. And find somebody to room with.
I wish I had a job at a coffeehouse... the pleasant aroma of coffee, the interesting discussions about literature, boys, gossip, drama, school, theology, the Revolutionary War, soccer, and musicals. All of this would be wonderful.
Actually, I just want to live in a coffeehouse. Not work in one.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
- We have homeroom EVERY DAY for 10 minutes. 20ish, if you include the break and the travel period to and from. What a waste. In theory, the juniors, sophomores, and freshmen are supposed to be working on their Senior Graduation project (my class lucked out on missing that one). In actuality, people sit around and twiddle their thumbs. Or do their homework due later that day. Or eat.
- Every friday, there is a "Senior Breakfast" during this period, where the entire senior class goes to the cafeteria and gets food (crappy overpriced cafeteria food. Those poor lunch ladies. I remember when I was little and the lunch ladies were always the sweetest people you'd ever meet... and the food was actually half-decent. Now the food sucks, so nobody wants to go visit them). These "Senior Breakfasts" are supposed to be mandatory, but they don't take roll, and I have yet to actually attend one.
- S left. This is a source of sadness. J is here. This is a source of something that I have yet to identify (for me, at least). I mean... One on one, he's fine. As ***** would say, this is because he's got the mentality of a high schooler. Perhaps. Perhaps not. I'm not sure, yet. In class and in practice, however, there are good days and bad days. Certainly this is the case with every teacher, but it seems to me that the bad days are significantly more frequent than they used to be. Certainly this is not entirely J's fault. I mean, we had adapted to S. Working with S... (should I call him M? After GSE I'm not sure... I mean, he's not my current teacher anymore. I mean, he'll always be my teacher which is why I still want to call him S. But at GSE everybody called him M. I called him M in the third person, but S in the second. Probably still S to everybody at school. That would be weird if all of a sudden I was like, "I saw M at my lesson on Monday, and we talked about the North Davidson Festival." Everyone would be confused, and I'd sound slightly pretentious. Oh well. It'll work out. Where was I? Oh yes: Working with S...) ... was a very specialized set of skills. We're not quite sure how to deal with J, now that he's here. A lot of the bad stems from the awkward nature of that adaptation (the unexpectedness, general bad feelings... etc.), but not all of it. With regards to marching band, a portion of it stems from the bad weather we've been having... and a portion stems from general apathy, which I cannot accurately diagnose the cause of. Bad weather? Bad decisions on the parts of multiple parties? I don't know. All I know is that I'm starting to dislike playing the flute. I know it's a mental thing directly stemming from the general bad vibes around the whole Band situation right now. M wants to quit. L wants to quit. TONS of people want to quit marching. Argh. L can't quit. She can't leave me with ********. I can't deal with it.
- My online english class is a travesty. We've read selections from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales and Woolf's A Room of One's Own. We're currently reading Macbeth (in it's entirety, thank God), and we will be comparing it to JFK's assassination and an episode of CSI. We've done an assignment about Condoleezza Rice in the "British Women and their impact upon literature" unit, and evidently the majority of the students in this class don't actually do their work. I could fit all of the feedback I've gotten on my work onto a post-it note. I've BS'ed four essays the night before by this point, and I've gotten good grades on all of them. Why is this considered learning? Some of the people in my class... There's this fellow, B, who was responding to a quote that we had to respond to on the discussion board. Bear in mind this kid is in Honors English IV. His ambition is to pass Algebra I so he can get his diploma and be a car designer. This is the kid that denounced Hitler as "mean" and "a jerk".
- Mrs. London, my Calc teacher, is the coolest person ever. End of story. I can't wait for the trig party we're going to have at her house. That's how amazing this woman is: She makes me want to go to a trig party.
- I'm the Jester in our Madrigal dinner! I get to be a fool! I've always been so disappointed that that particular job description died out. I've always had this particular fantasy about this dashingly handsome jester and this dashingly handsome prince having an illicit love affair under the king's nose. I'm so wierd.
- Homecoming was postponed to Monday. Evidently the weather was "too bad." Now four of the nominees' fathers can't escort them, and one of them has to return the car she was using. When asked about this situation, Mr. Wallace said that he'd be "honored to escort one of you." That's not gonna fly, Mr. Wallace. Sorry. But Mrs. K talked to them, and made them feel better. She's amazing.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
- Coffee- particularly when it's got chocolate in it
- The cute shirtless guy with the skateboard I saw while driving home from Five guys today
- Five Guys burgers and fries
- Eric Whitacre- especially "What If" from Paradise Lost. Go listen to it. It's on his blog. At the moment, it's the top entry. Go. NOW.
- The part of my Bach Fugue that I've already finished
- Mrs. London, because she's awesome and gives us candy when we take tests
- Chamber music
- Burt's Bee's Chapstick
- All of my current piano repertoire should be finished VERY soon, if all goes according to plan, meaning that I'll get to start new stuff and fun stuff afterwards.
- Cayden (these two are not listed in order of preference, they're listed chronologically)
- How expensive coffee is
- the cute guy I saw is probably straight. Just like the majority of the other cute guys I've got crushes on.
- My general lack of confidence when it comes to guys
- Paradise Lost premiered in California. The CD is STILL not out. There's no easily obtainable recording of several of my favorite Whitacre pieces.
- The part of my Bach fugue that I haven't finished yet.
- My online english class
- My school has no orchestra program
- I don't actually have time to listen to podcasts, generally.
- I'm going to have to SLAVE to get my piano repertoire finished by the time Elizabeth's shooting for.
- Lillian had the NERVE to ask where I was going to college. Why does she not get that I don't want to have anything to do with her? I TOLD her as much.
Holy crap. I have to finish the Bach. And the Beethoven. And the Chopin. And the Brahms. And the Vaughan Williams. And reconsider the aria.
I'm not going to have much of a social life for the next few weeks.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
All I wanted was this one lady's email address.
I still haven't found it.
Of course, it's possible that it's not on there at all... I'm not entirely sure if she's a professor there or not.
I'm in my online class right now, and the videoconferencing psych class is going on behind me. The teacher is talking about Freud, and how he thinks kids want to do it with their parents.
To quote her, "eww."
Monday, October 6, 2008
While I'm sure you love your boyfriend very much, it is generally considered inappropriate to shove your tongue down his throat in the middle of the hallway while pinching his nipples. Kindly refrain from doing so in large, moving crowds of people, as it not only holds up traffic, but is slightly gross.
Evidently, the Agence France-Presse (basically, France's version of Associated Press) used a photo of Tina Fey impersonating Sarah Palin in the place of a picture of Sarah Palin. Oops.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
- Mrs. London is awesome. She writes on the smartboard loudly, quickly, and with passion. Math excites her to no end, and her enthusiasm is contagious. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm looking forward to the Trig pizza party. Also, she likes Lipton Diet Green Tea.
- Inevitably, you will get sick before an audition or performance. Failing that, beware bodily harm.
- Why is the word "finite" pronounced 'faInaIt (fiyniyt, for the IPA challenged), and the word "infinite" pronounced 'Inf«nIt (ihnfihniht)? Also, why do they not teach IPA in school? I had to go find an online IPA transcriber. It was surprisingly difficult to find. In case you want it, here's the link: IPA English Dictionary
- Perhaps there is a connection between liking math and liking music theory.
- ***** sitting behind me and to the left is rather pretentious. Kind of like **** and *********.
- MRS. SNOW HAS A COPY OF THE VOCAL SCORE TO HANDEL'S MESSIAH!!!!! AND SHE LOANED IT TO ME!!!!!
- I'm a dork.
- Honors chorus auditions are tomorrow! Cat's not auditioning. Grr. That would be so cool if everybody from school made it. Then we would totally have to stay at the hotel, instead of driving back and forth like last year. And if we stay in the hotel, me and Chelsea can hang out with GSE people! Except not Cat. Because she's not auditioning. Grr.
- I finally got all my music from iTunes. Evelynn Glennie's A Little Prayer would be gorgeous for choir. If only I could get my hands on a copy...
- College applications/scholarships/auditions are TERRIFYING. I wish I had more time to practice... I should be practicing now, but my parents are watching the Grey's Anatomy season premiere... And other times, Michael is sleeping, I don't get home 'til late, Dad and Elizabeth have gone to bed, or I'm doing homework. I NEED TO PRACTICE!!!!! AUGH!!!!! If only I could practice during 2nd period, instead of having to work on my online class...
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
- What is wrong with the following phrase? "Purified Drinking Water/enhanced with minerals for fresh taste"
- Even if it is cheesy and unrealistic, life should be like it is in August Rush.
- The little things in life are often the most annoying. For example, almost every single time we visit First Baptist Church, they are playing a particular CD before the service, and the woman singing on the CD has the most unpleasant, off-tune, nasally, obnoxious voice I've ever heard. Words cannot describe how painful her voice is to listen to.
- Why do people not believe that I'm gay? It bewilders me. Usually, when the general public doesn't believe someone about their sexuality, the roles are reversed, and everybody thinks they're a closet case. Why is it so backwards with me? It's actually pretty funny... Maybe I'm a little bit too straight-acting.
- I love going on choir trips. The conversation is always so fascinating.
- My online english class is a joke. I BS'd an essay the day before it was due, and got a 100 on it. If I'd given that paper to Mrs. Noel, she'd have bled all over it with her red pen.
- Watching an ice cube melt is infinitely more interesting than listening to my parents discuss politics over lunch with my grandparents.
- Perhaps the only reason I can't sing high usually is because I have a mental block about it. I hit a "C" above the staff today in my lesson when I wasn't looking at the keyboard. But like 10 minutes later, I was having my usual issues with the A-flat.
- Graffiti is often quite humorous. Take, for example, this excerpt from a table at Macado's: "Fo a good time, call Shaniqua. Na Fa Fo- Fo Fa Na Fo."
- To C: It could have been today.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
- Write a very long, dry sentence about a subject you are studying in another class.
- Here is a riddle: What has a head upon which many can stand, but which cannot stand on its head? Any guesses?
- What is mustard, botanically? Look it up in Encarta.
- Open any other novel or short story book, at random, and select a line of dialogue. Copy it into your journal and then add this sentence: "And the moral of that is..."
- Name 3 characters from this paragraph (from an article. Not a story. These characters were VERY briefly mentioned), and explain how they are like fairy tale creatures. What do you think a fairy tale creature is?
- Do you like the extended metaphor used in this selection?
- Alice's Adventures in Wonderland- Lewis Carroll
- The Little Girl and the Wolf- James Thurber (You have to read it. Here's the link: http://andromeda.rutgers.edu/~lcrew/quotes/picnicba.html It's like two paragraphs total. But it's so worth it.)
- Grammar Girl Podcast (yeah, it's about grammar. But so far it's actually pretty clever, and not dull. And it's a podcast. Podcasting in general is awesome.)
- A TED video of David Eggers giving a presentation about his AWESOME writing workshop/pirate supply store/publishing company