poopy
i feel yucky. :( I have a cold and it's a nasty sort of fellow.
talked to my prof. today about the recital thing. she was actually really understanding. i was ready for a fight so i was sort of disappointed, and then caught off guard b/c i had been so prepared that i didn't know what to say. it was sort of like "oh....ok. yeh. good then." haha oh well. she still gave me grief about being sick, b/c y'know, i have control over that. She didn't warm me up or anything and then when the pianist came she was just like "so what are you going to sing?" Again, caught off guard, so I pulled out the English stuff (which is Gershwin jargon so it takes a fair amount of energy) and continued to try that. Seeing as how I couldn't breathe and was coughing b/t phrases I guess it went Ok. She then decides to tell me that I should be in the mid-day (this Thurs.) and that she has signed me up for the two following that one. [Oh really. How nice of you.....] AND tells me I should try to sing in rep. class today [Lady, didn't you just hear that sound that came out of me? Are you on Crack??] And finally, lesson drawing to a close, tells me that the time today was a waste musically and that she is worried about my program.
Give me a f*cking break. I'm sick! What do you expect? Operatic genious to come pouring out of me? I can barely breathe! So I left feeling worse than when I entered (not unusual) and then decided to play it up a little to remove myself from rep. class. Screw her. I came back to the apt. and took a nap.
I just need to get better. Her riding me like the A-Train isn't gonna make that happen.
Besides, I drive myself hard enough. I know my limits and know my capabilities. [Back off.] I've never ruined anything, especially anything that really counts.
ok...... i'm done ranting. suffice it to say that my last rep. class with her will be some kind of a miracle. Like a personal blessing from the man upstairs.
talked to my prof. today about the recital thing. she was actually really understanding. i was ready for a fight so i was sort of disappointed, and then caught off guard b/c i had been so prepared that i didn't know what to say. it was sort of like "oh....ok. yeh. good then." haha oh well. she still gave me grief about being sick, b/c y'know, i have control over that. She didn't warm me up or anything and then when the pianist came she was just like "so what are you going to sing?" Again, caught off guard, so I pulled out the English stuff (which is Gershwin jargon so it takes a fair amount of energy) and continued to try that. Seeing as how I couldn't breathe and was coughing b/t phrases I guess it went Ok. She then decides to tell me that I should be in the mid-day (this Thurs.) and that she has signed me up for the two following that one. [Oh really. How nice of you.....] AND tells me I should try to sing in rep. class today [Lady, didn't you just hear that sound that came out of me? Are you on Crack??] And finally, lesson drawing to a close, tells me that the time today was a waste musically and that she is worried about my program.
Give me a f*cking break. I'm sick! What do you expect? Operatic genious to come pouring out of me? I can barely breathe! So I left feeling worse than when I entered (not unusual) and then decided to play it up a little to remove myself from rep. class. Screw her. I came back to the apt. and took a nap.
I just need to get better. Her riding me like the A-Train isn't gonna make that happen.
Besides, I drive myself hard enough. I know my limits and know my capabilities. [Back off.] I've never ruined anything, especially anything that really counts.
ok...... i'm done ranting. suffice it to say that my last rep. class with her will be some kind of a miracle. Like a personal blessing from the man upstairs.