sugar, we're goin down
This is my plan for next school year...
-5 classes, 17 credits. Philosophy, Art History, Musicology, German and French. so no "real" classes, and all classes i can easily get A's in. i do well with that liberal artsy stuff. and nothing involving numbers. hallelujah. give me big complicated papers, please.
-job at some restaurant, hopefully still waitressing. this all depends on whether or not i'm going to have a car. hopefully i'll work 4 or 5 nights a week, and have absolutely no time to do my homework. oh well. i'll still be making money, so i can afford to buy my books that i'll have no time to study out of. c'est la vie.
-an ACAPELLA GROUP! OH SNAP! that's the goal, anyway. i figure if i'm not singing in a big formal choir, that's my only real option. and i need to be singing, or i'll die. i talked to my friend Bobby who's at tenor in Dicks & Janes. we sang together in the select choir at interlochen, and he knows i know my shit. he says he'll definitely put in a good word if there's an alto opening. i'll have to prepare some pop or broadway song that shows off my range (ha, WHAT RANGE??), and then do some sight-reading. nothing too difficult. i already know half of the group from U Choir, and they know i made it into that without being a music major. i'll audition the first few weeks of school, and then if i get in, we'll rehearse two nights a week. so, we'll see...
and then the rest of my time will be spent doing homeworks/studying, lounging around John's room, or partying. i hope to go to all of U Choir's concerts too and say hi to all my friends. my musicology class 'history of opera' is held in the school of music twice a week. i'm forcing myself to still be doing a lot with music. i can't lose touch with that. i want to get tickets to Norma, La Boheme, and Aida, that are all being put on in Detroit this year. i really want John to come with me, but who knows what he's gonna think of all that. i don't care. i'll go to the opera by myself. i really, really want to get tickets to the collage concert, but that'll involve waiting in line for a few hours on a Saturday afternoon.
it's not like i haven't sacrificed half of my life already for music. it's just still kind of hard, as a non-music major.
so summer's still just good ol' boring summer. work's one mishap after another. i finally had my first big embarassing spill. thankfully it was in the kitchen, and not on some old man or something. while attempting to change out the lemon rice soup, boiling water splashed up on me, and the entire thing crashed onto the floor. i was so shocked. i didn't get burned, and my boss was really thankful for that. he just made one of the cooks clean it up. it was such a Becca thing to do. i only had 2 or 3 tables and was about to leave, so i got to run home and bawl to John on the phone. yes, i cried over spilled soup. leave me alone.
ok i'm bored with this entry now. i have a cold and i'm so doped up on sudafed. i'm about to start hallucinating.
'That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself'
-5 classes, 17 credits. Philosophy, Art History, Musicology, German and French. so no "real" classes, and all classes i can easily get A's in. i do well with that liberal artsy stuff. and nothing involving numbers. hallelujah. give me big complicated papers, please.
-job at some restaurant, hopefully still waitressing. this all depends on whether or not i'm going to have a car. hopefully i'll work 4 or 5 nights a week, and have absolutely no time to do my homework. oh well. i'll still be making money, so i can afford to buy my books that i'll have no time to study out of. c'est la vie.
-an ACAPELLA GROUP! OH SNAP! that's the goal, anyway. i figure if i'm not singing in a big formal choir, that's my only real option. and i need to be singing, or i'll die. i talked to my friend Bobby who's at tenor in Dicks & Janes. we sang together in the select choir at interlochen, and he knows i know my shit. he says he'll definitely put in a good word if there's an alto opening. i'll have to prepare some pop or broadway song that shows off my range (ha, WHAT RANGE??), and then do some sight-reading. nothing too difficult. i already know half of the group from U Choir, and they know i made it into that without being a music major. i'll audition the first few weeks of school, and then if i get in, we'll rehearse two nights a week. so, we'll see...
and then the rest of my time will be spent doing homeworks/studying, lounging around John's room, or partying. i hope to go to all of U Choir's concerts too and say hi to all my friends. my musicology class 'history of opera' is held in the school of music twice a week. i'm forcing myself to still be doing a lot with music. i can't lose touch with that. i want to get tickets to Norma, La Boheme, and Aida, that are all being put on in Detroit this year. i really want John to come with me, but who knows what he's gonna think of all that. i don't care. i'll go to the opera by myself. i really, really want to get tickets to the collage concert, but that'll involve waiting in line for a few hours on a Saturday afternoon.
it's not like i haven't sacrificed half of my life already for music. it's just still kind of hard, as a non-music major.
so summer's still just good ol' boring summer. work's one mishap after another. i finally had my first big embarassing spill. thankfully it was in the kitchen, and not on some old man or something. while attempting to change out the lemon rice soup, boiling water splashed up on me, and the entire thing crashed onto the floor. i was so shocked. i didn't get burned, and my boss was really thankful for that. he just made one of the cooks clean it up. it was such a Becca thing to do. i only had 2 or 3 tables and was about to leave, so i got to run home and bawl to John on the phone. yes, i cried over spilled soup. leave me alone.
ok i'm bored with this entry now. i have a cold and i'm so doped up on sudafed. i'm about to start hallucinating.
'That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself'