*burp*
Well, it's the end of the year... why not update?
I'm doing quite well with my pathetic new car. Boy it's pathetic. So is my life, I'm told.
Wait no, I'm pretty happy.
I studied a grand total of 4 hours for my music history test (after basically not going to class the last three weeks) and I felt I produced a solid B. That class is a cinch if you know what to study.
Hmmm... other finals... they went OK I suppose. I am eternally thankful to my skills class TAs this term. I did NOT deserve the grades I'm receiving (high Bs, methinks). I think this semester represents probably the least academic effort I've ever put forth. I think that's more due to the fact that NONE of my classes were intellectually challenging at all... it was all memorization and busy work. That is the kind of stuff that drives me crazy. I need concept classes... theories... application... drawing my own conclusions. Honors astronomy was so fun for me. Theory was more fun/interesting/engaging for me than music history.
Hmm.. quick side thought. I think that's another reason I switched to music ed. I think teaching and learning how to teach is a much more concept, draw-your-own conclusions field than straight up performance is. I cannot think of a more repetitive, mind-numbingly rigid way of making a living thatn making a living solely by being a performer. Think about it. To even cut it you have to take gigs you don't want, live a life of debt and poverty (if your parents don't support you till you're 35), and have to end up playing the exact kind of music you hate.
That's not my life. I'd rather teach the music I love and sometimes get to actually PLAY the music I love. I think a lot of people I know who are performance tend to get a bit delusional. They have these expectations and hopes and dreams about a scene that simply does not exist for people who aren't prodigies who've been playing since they were born. And then I get this inferiority complex going because I'm not "following my dream." Psh.
That was a long quick side thought.
I'm going to be back in DSM the weekend after next and going to my high school band's swing dance/silent auction. I'm going to meet up with some old high school buds... it's not often that I do that. (Mostly because I wasn't smart enough to foster a lot of good friendships in high school).
Aside from that... I have two job options this summer and I don't know which one to pursue. I can either work at Nebraska Book Company all summer or quit that at the end of May and continue to work at Husker Kids for the remainder of the summer. If I work all I can I stand to make about $300 more doing the former option... the equivalent of a whole week's pay. However, I'd have a lot more fun doing Husker Kids. I'm pretty sure I'll choose the latter... but I dunno... getting the car paid off quickly is a priority, seeing as how it should be worthless in a couple years after oil prices hit $200 a barrel and consequently we pay $6+ for gas, according to:
http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/
But enough rambling. Time to go eat with the trombones at Old Chicago. Tootles!
I'm doing quite well with my pathetic new car. Boy it's pathetic. So is my life, I'm told.
Wait no, I'm pretty happy.
I studied a grand total of 4 hours for my music history test (after basically not going to class the last three weeks) and I felt I produced a solid B. That class is a cinch if you know what to study.
Hmmm... other finals... they went OK I suppose. I am eternally thankful to my skills class TAs this term. I did NOT deserve the grades I'm receiving (high Bs, methinks). I think this semester represents probably the least academic effort I've ever put forth. I think that's more due to the fact that NONE of my classes were intellectually challenging at all... it was all memorization and busy work. That is the kind of stuff that drives me crazy. I need concept classes... theories... application... drawing my own conclusions. Honors astronomy was so fun for me. Theory was more fun/interesting/engaging for me than music history.
Hmm.. quick side thought. I think that's another reason I switched to music ed. I think teaching and learning how to teach is a much more concept, draw-your-own conclusions field than straight up performance is. I cannot think of a more repetitive, mind-numbingly rigid way of making a living thatn making a living solely by being a performer. Think about it. To even cut it you have to take gigs you don't want, live a life of debt and poverty (if your parents don't support you till you're 35), and have to end up playing the exact kind of music you hate.
That's not my life. I'd rather teach the music I love and sometimes get to actually PLAY the music I love. I think a lot of people I know who are performance tend to get a bit delusional. They have these expectations and hopes and dreams about a scene that simply does not exist for people who aren't prodigies who've been playing since they were born. And then I get this inferiority complex going because I'm not "following my dream." Psh.
That was a long quick side thought.
I'm going to be back in DSM the weekend after next and going to my high school band's swing dance/silent auction. I'm going to meet up with some old high school buds... it's not often that I do that. (Mostly because I wasn't smart enough to foster a lot of good friendships in high school).
Aside from that... I have two job options this summer and I don't know which one to pursue. I can either work at Nebraska Book Company all summer or quit that at the end of May and continue to work at Husker Kids for the remainder of the summer. If I work all I can I stand to make about $300 more doing the former option... the equivalent of a whole week's pay. However, I'd have a lot more fun doing Husker Kids. I'm pretty sure I'll choose the latter... but I dunno... getting the car paid off quickly is a priority, seeing as how it should be worthless in a couple years after oil prices hit $200 a barrel and consequently we pay $6+ for gas, according to:
http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/
But enough rambling. Time to go eat with the trombones at Old Chicago. Tootles!