7766
So there you have it, my new status is 7766, very respectable numbers. But not enough to become a seven. One of the sixes needs to come up before that happens. It's all good. I am happy with what I got (I actually deserve those ratings). Straight sevens would have been too high). If anybody is reading this, I go to Berklee College of Music and all of it's students are place on a rating system where you are given a group of four numbers, one to eight (eight being the highest), each one for a different characteristic of your playing. First number represents sight reading, second-instrument ability, third-improvisation, and fourth-rhythmic interpretation. The numbers combine to make the rating. In order to have a rating you need to have three of the numbers at that rating. Like 7776 would be a seven. But since I have 7766 I'm still a six. Which I've already said is ok because the guys that have sevens are amazing all the time. I'm amazing 3/4 of the time. The other quarter I'm having chop difficulties. I've gotten accustomed to taking a day off like every week and letting my chops settle. It can't be like that. Everyday I need to be loose, never tight. The goal of my warm up every day should be to get at loose as possible, but still have the combustion behind the air to support it. My face feals like it's going to fall off. You can actually see the muscles on the sides of my face now. That's how hard I've been working. I'm feeling my body start to crash the way it does after every semester and I still have to take the Art History final at 2. But once that's done I'm finished and I can finally go home to Ohio and see my family and drive my car. My red jeep. I miss it so much. I miss big open space the way Ohio has it. I'm a bigger guy from Texas, I need big open spaces to sprawl out in. I want to see Barney. It's been a whole year since I've been back. Got to be careful though. Certain things there can mess with my head pretty bad, and I'm doing good now. It's so hard living next door to someone like Erin. She doesn't understand the way I feel about her. I haven't felt that feeling I'd call love ever since. It sucks, I was like a love junky for years and then all of a sudden it was gone. Something in the back of my brain always told me one day everything would work out. But then it didn't. Just like that. Fate can fool you and that's a fact. It's not something to be relied upon. I guess it was pretty stupid contuing to wait even when she would go out with guys while I was there. She stopped feeling things for me and that's that. It would have been easier on me if she had not made her boyfriends and relationships so public. It's all good though. I know I'm now ready to go back. Probably won't even see her. I remember every time I came back I would see less and less of her. At first she would come right out if I was hangin on my porch or whatever. But slowly she backed off. It got to the point where I would wait and wait and she just wouldn't come. And I was so sad because I thought she loved me. Sometimes I would go out on my porch in the middle of the night and just sit there and think how it felt like another world. I'd think to myself, if she came out right now there would be no fence to deal with. It would be so different. Sometimes I'd be lying in bed about to fall asleep and I'd think, she's just a few feet away from me right now. Yet it was really like a thousand miles. It feels basically the same weather I'm out here or not. Distant. But it's still always magical. The first time I see her my body and soul light up. I feel magic flowing through me. Her eyes. Her hair. She's always been beautiful. She always will be. I need to stop this. Thinking about this subject too long sends me into feeling sad. I've got 7766 and those are rating good enough for a full ride scholarship for my last year. Then I'm off to New York to meet new loves, new beauties. Something tells me New York is where I will find my next love. That place has enough magic in the air to lift anyone's spirits and take them where they'd like to be.