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Today is Sunday, the last day of the worst fall break known to mankind since the history of fall breaks began. I had last Thursday and Friday off of school and what have I done with myself since then? NOTHING. I had so much extra time and I did NOTHING. I am thoroughly disgusted.
Here's what I could have done:
1. Practiced piano. I have an audition coming up in three weeks, lord knows I need it. I haven't really practiced since I started teaching piano again, which was the first week in September. And I'm supposed to a piano performance major! ***FRUSTRATION****
2. Read. Anything. I have been trying since August to finish Emma by Jane Austen, and I also have to read Gulliver's Travels by Tuesday the 24th for my English class. I've also been meaning to finish Great Expectations since about two years ago.
3. Written my English paper. It's going to be a bitch; I'm going to regret not working on it. No no, I shouldn't say that. I did work on it, a bit, yesterday at the library while everyone else was at the football game, I chose which topic I was going to write about ("sympathy"... and how it relates to giving and self-control) and I looked it up in three different dictionaries.
Sympathy:
1. harmony of or agreement in feeling, as between persons or on the part of one person to another
2. the harmony of feeling naturally existing between persons of like taste or opinion or of congenial dispositions
3. (this is one I'm going to use most in my paper) the fact or power of sharing the feeling of another, esp. in sorrow or trouble; fellw feeling compassion, or commiseration
This dictionary was also very specific to say that sympathy is NOT compassion, pity, or empathy, although they are related concepts. I found this interesting.
Additional definitions:
1. A relationship or an affinity between people or things in which whatever affects one correspondingly affects the other
2. A feeling of loyalty; alleigence
3. I didn't write this one down, but it talked about how physiologically, sympathy is when a disease in one part or organ of the body induces an effect or reaction in another part or organ
(I find it rather ironic that I chose to write about this topic, considering the current state of the relationship between my roommate/"best friend" and I.)
4. Started my music theory paper. I have to analyze a five-page Schubert lied. I am NOT excited about this prospect. I could have gotten ahead on it, but I didn't.
5. Cleaned the apartment. Although I still may do this today. And I did clean the kitchen on Thursday. Of course, this was before I made chicken and rice.
6. Called my sister. She's a freshman this year, and is reallyyyyy struggling to keep up with her classes. I feel sorry for her; I wish I could help. Probably the older-sister/mother complex kicking in. I always feel like I have to protect her. I just don't want her to lose her scholarship.
7. Written letters. My grandma (on my dad's side) just moved into the nursing home and I think she's really lonely. And I know she's depressed, but she's always depressed. The reason we moved her in there is because she was having anxiety attacks and experiencing vertigo, and she says now that the vertigo's gone she doesn't feel so sick and she wants people around her again. It was also my great grandparent's (on the other side) 70th (!!!!) anniversary. Isn't that CRAZY? Although, they have so many grandkids they can barely remember my name sometimes.
I'll stop there. But you can see how wonderfully productive I wasn't this weekend. I did watch Footloose and drink a ridiculous amount of tea. And I drove around a lot, but only because through some trick of the debit card system I got a $25 tank of gas for $1. I live in a pretty town - pretty in an interesting and diverse way - so I like looking at it.
Another thing I did do this weekend: be lonely. All of my friends (and I mean ALL of them) either went home or on vacation for fall break, which meant I could really ponder my current life situation. I can't decide which is worse: trying desperately to get over your ex-boyfriend and failing miserably, or finally getting over him and being completely ready to fall in love again but not being able to find someone. It's like that quote from Magnolia: "I really do have love to give; I just don't know where to put it!"
I suppose I should go make an attempt at productivity.
Here's what I could have done:
1. Practiced piano. I have an audition coming up in three weeks, lord knows I need it. I haven't really practiced since I started teaching piano again, which was the first week in September. And I'm supposed to a piano performance major! ***FRUSTRATION****
2. Read. Anything. I have been trying since August to finish Emma by Jane Austen, and I also have to read Gulliver's Travels by Tuesday the 24th for my English class. I've also been meaning to finish Great Expectations since about two years ago.
3. Written my English paper. It's going to be a bitch; I'm going to regret not working on it. No no, I shouldn't say that. I did work on it, a bit, yesterday at the library while everyone else was at the football game, I chose which topic I was going to write about ("sympathy"... and how it relates to giving and self-control) and I looked it up in three different dictionaries.
Sympathy:
1. harmony of or agreement in feeling, as between persons or on the part of one person to another
2. the harmony of feeling naturally existing between persons of like taste or opinion or of congenial dispositions
3. (this is one I'm going to use most in my paper) the fact or power of sharing the feeling of another, esp. in sorrow or trouble; fellw feeling compassion, or commiseration
This dictionary was also very specific to say that sympathy is NOT compassion, pity, or empathy, although they are related concepts. I found this interesting.
Additional definitions:
1. A relationship or an affinity between people or things in which whatever affects one correspondingly affects the other
2. A feeling of loyalty; alleigence
3. I didn't write this one down, but it talked about how physiologically, sympathy is when a disease in one part or organ of the body induces an effect or reaction in another part or organ
(I find it rather ironic that I chose to write about this topic, considering the current state of the relationship between my roommate/"best friend" and I.)
4. Started my music theory paper. I have to analyze a five-page Schubert lied. I am NOT excited about this prospect. I could have gotten ahead on it, but I didn't.
5. Cleaned the apartment. Although I still may do this today. And I did clean the kitchen on Thursday. Of course, this was before I made chicken and rice.
6. Called my sister. She's a freshman this year, and is reallyyyyy struggling to keep up with her classes. I feel sorry for her; I wish I could help. Probably the older-sister/mother complex kicking in. I always feel like I have to protect her. I just don't want her to lose her scholarship.
7. Written letters. My grandma (on my dad's side) just moved into the nursing home and I think she's really lonely. And I know she's depressed, but she's always depressed. The reason we moved her in there is because she was having anxiety attacks and experiencing vertigo, and she says now that the vertigo's gone she doesn't feel so sick and she wants people around her again. It was also my great grandparent's (on the other side) 70th (!!!!) anniversary. Isn't that CRAZY? Although, they have so many grandkids they can barely remember my name sometimes.
I'll stop there. But you can see how wonderfully productive I wasn't this weekend. I did watch Footloose and drink a ridiculous amount of tea. And I drove around a lot, but only because through some trick of the debit card system I got a $25 tank of gas for $1. I live in a pretty town - pretty in an interesting and diverse way - so I like looking at it.
Another thing I did do this weekend: be lonely. All of my friends (and I mean ALL of them) either went home or on vacation for fall break, which meant I could really ponder my current life situation. I can't decide which is worse: trying desperately to get over your ex-boyfriend and failing miserably, or finally getting over him and being completely ready to fall in love again but not being able to find someone. It's like that quote from Magnolia: "I really do have love to give; I just don't know where to put it!"
I suppose I should go make an attempt at productivity.