This is why I dread opening my uni email
Because I know i'm going to be terribly upset by the incompetence of any one of my lecturers or the uni in general itself.
It is NOT MY FAULT you assholes haven't made a clearcut, simple, easy submission format for assignments.
I Uploaded it Online and into the lecturer's dropbox on the network AND sent her the link to the upload on DA as a backup and STILL she's all 'I dont know where you submitted it online to me, I didn't put up an assignment submission, you need to get it to me before you lose more marks'
WELL I DON'T KNOW ANY MORE WAYS TO GET IT TO YOU WOMAN, THE BALL IS IN YOUR FUCKING COURT. THE ONLINE SUBMISSION FORUM IS THERE, IT'S WORKING, I SUBMITTED IT, FUCK YOU.
The only REASON this is such a problem is A) the university of technology is SHIT at setting up TECHNOLOGY and B) My parents think it's OK to fuck up my studies by making me go in these stupid ass fucking concerts that I DO NOT enjoy just because they need sopranos that don't seem to have learning defficiency and they want their stage-parent fix of seeing me perform.
When are they going to realise that ME HAVING TO MISS CLASSES AND SPEED THROUGH ASSIGNMENTS BECAUSE OF A FUCKING CONCERT IS NOT SOMETHING I CAN DEAL WITH.
And then you get fuckknuckles like my 3D lecturer who extend assignment deadlines ON THE DEADLINE for people who are still animating...
HELLO, THEY LOSE MARKS, IF THEY CANT HAVE IT DONE IN A MONTH AND I GOT IT DONE AND SUBMITTED ALONGSIDE THIS FUCKING CONCERT THE DAY BEFORE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DUE, THEN THEY CAN FUCKING LOSE MARKS.
WHY is it, when I actually could have USED an extension on the 2D project that she can't seem to fucking access no matter how many places I submit it, I can't GET an extension? And when I bust my ass to beat the deadline for the other class, it ends up being for naught anyway?
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH I AM SO FUCKING FULL OF ANGRY.
Add to the top of this that the first two days of rest i get in like, two months, result in me defenses dropping and a virus infecting my poor abused vocal chords.
And there IS no rest.
If my parents expect me to start carol rehersals this sunday, they can get fucked. Im not wrecking myself more for them, and I know most of the music off the top of my head (and HOW is it that I can remember all the ins and outs of 'Quonium tu solu sanctus' after hearing it every year since I was like 5, and Christine 60 something year old who's been in the choir that whole time STILL DOESN'T FUCKING KNOW IT? ).
In short, I know this makes me picky, and a bit of an anal OCD perfectionist over notes, but it makes you bash your head against a wall when you have a bunch of people who seem COMPLETELY incapable of even staying on tune next to me when i'm feeding them their fucking line. AND I MISSED A THIRD OF ALL REHERSALS BECAUSE I HAD UNI CLASSES. COME THE FUCK ON.
T.T I'm TIRED of having to be a friggin guide singer. Choirs are FUN when everyone knows what the hell they're doing and the music you can all produce together sounds like it should. I do NOT need to have the pressure of being the only one who seems to be able to learn parts and remember them and then have to guide every other fucking soprano around me through notes THEY SHOULD KNOW. They had 3 and a half MONTHS to know simple things like start out soft in 'I write the songs'. THEY NEVER FUCKING REMEMBERED. SALIFBaisdJBVAISJBISALBGSAE.
Every song i was next to other sopranos, they barely got any of their notes right. Come on guys, you've been doing stage stuff for ages, just like me, why the hell can't you get your act together. Just because suddenly you have to think about how you're moving on stage, doesn't mean you can just drop all the music you learnt and sing whatever comes into your head.
This is the kinda crap I don't need to deal with when singing is a hobby and SUPPOSEDLY a silubrious and enjoyable activity. OK, so, yes i'm fussy, and i'm not bragging when I say I have near perfect pitch, because it's just a fact. Something in my brain is capable of knowing when i am on or off key without having to hear the actual song. Sometimes It's hard to pick semi-tones from memory, but major and minor keys, I have no idea what KEY something is in, I can just hear if it's right ot not. I don't know pitches by designation. You play me and A and I don't know it's an A. But if I learn the music, I LEARN it. Sometimes it takes a while, but when I know it i'm OK. I have NEVER experienced choir learning defficiency as bad as in this last show.
Anyway. I've ranted myself to bits now. I have major assignments I still have to do, and I'll deal with the 2D assignment submission issues tomorrow since that's when I have class.
I just wish I didn't have all this extra shit to deal with, I would LIKE to be able to just concentrate on my fucking Masters degree, so I don't end up crying when I read e-mails.
*deep breath*
I feel like shit. Stupid infection.
Excuse me while I go get ready to drag myself to Parramatta so I can buy some new shoes that I am in desperate need of, since my two main pairs have decided to die in the ass and I can't walk anywhere at my normal speedy pace without getting massive blisters.
Also going to be browse-searching for diamond earrings for mum.
Hahahaha NO, I won't be buying them (fffff couldn't afford), i'm scouting because she told me she wants some to replace the ones stolen ages ago, and Dad can get them for her for her birthday. I'm a motherfucking qualified Jeweller now, this is my kind of job. This is the kind of browsing that relaxes me at least.
Retail therapy, it fucking works.
*will aslo be looking for BayShockwave since I saw him on the telly*
p.s. The only good thing that's happened this weekend is me losing 2 kilos doing the show. I've been doing weights nearly every day for 3 months and got no loss, that shows you how much energy goes into doing these concerts. And my parents don't seem to think it's a big thing to do alongside studies and work shifts.
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It is NOT MY FAULT you assholes haven't made a clearcut, simple, easy submission format for assignments.
I Uploaded it Online and into the lecturer's dropbox on the network AND sent her the link to the upload on DA as a backup and STILL she's all 'I dont know where you submitted it online to me, I didn't put up an assignment submission, you need to get it to me before you lose more marks'
WELL I DON'T KNOW ANY MORE WAYS TO GET IT TO YOU WOMAN, THE BALL IS IN YOUR FUCKING COURT. THE ONLINE SUBMISSION FORUM IS THERE, IT'S WORKING, I SUBMITTED IT, FUCK YOU.
The only REASON this is such a problem is A) the university of technology is SHIT at setting up TECHNOLOGY and B) My parents think it's OK to fuck up my studies by making me go in these stupid ass fucking concerts that I DO NOT enjoy just because they need sopranos that don't seem to have learning defficiency and they want their stage-parent fix of seeing me perform.
When are they going to realise that ME HAVING TO MISS CLASSES AND SPEED THROUGH ASSIGNMENTS BECAUSE OF A FUCKING CONCERT IS NOT SOMETHING I CAN DEAL WITH.
And then you get fuckknuckles like my 3D lecturer who extend assignment deadlines ON THE DEADLINE for people who are still animating...
HELLO, THEY LOSE MARKS, IF THEY CANT HAVE IT DONE IN A MONTH AND I GOT IT DONE AND SUBMITTED ALONGSIDE THIS FUCKING CONCERT THE DAY BEFORE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DUE, THEN THEY CAN FUCKING LOSE MARKS.
WHY is it, when I actually could have USED an extension on the 2D project that she can't seem to fucking access no matter how many places I submit it, I can't GET an extension? And when I bust my ass to beat the deadline for the other class, it ends up being for naught anyway?
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH I AM SO FUCKING FULL OF ANGRY.
Add to the top of this that the first two days of rest i get in like, two months, result in me defenses dropping and a virus infecting my poor abused vocal chords.
And there IS no rest.
If my parents expect me to start carol rehersals this sunday, they can get fucked. Im not wrecking myself more for them, and I know most of the music off the top of my head (and HOW is it that I can remember all the ins and outs of 'Quonium tu solu sanctus' after hearing it every year since I was like 5, and Christine 60 something year old who's been in the choir that whole time STILL DOESN'T FUCKING KNOW IT? ).
In short, I know this makes me picky, and a bit of an anal OCD perfectionist over notes, but it makes you bash your head against a wall when you have a bunch of people who seem COMPLETELY incapable of even staying on tune next to me when i'm feeding them their fucking line. AND I MISSED A THIRD OF ALL REHERSALS BECAUSE I HAD UNI CLASSES. COME THE FUCK ON.
T.T I'm TIRED of having to be a friggin guide singer. Choirs are FUN when everyone knows what the hell they're doing and the music you can all produce together sounds like it should. I do NOT need to have the pressure of being the only one who seems to be able to learn parts and remember them and then have to guide every other fucking soprano around me through notes THEY SHOULD KNOW. They had 3 and a half MONTHS to know simple things like start out soft in 'I write the songs'. THEY NEVER FUCKING REMEMBERED. SALIFBaisdJBVAISJBISALBGSAE.
Every song i was next to other sopranos, they barely got any of their notes right. Come on guys, you've been doing stage stuff for ages, just like me, why the hell can't you get your act together. Just because suddenly you have to think about how you're moving on stage, doesn't mean you can just drop all the music you learnt and sing whatever comes into your head.
This is the kinda crap I don't need to deal with when singing is a hobby and SUPPOSEDLY a silubrious and enjoyable activity. OK, so, yes i'm fussy, and i'm not bragging when I say I have near perfect pitch, because it's just a fact. Something in my brain is capable of knowing when i am on or off key without having to hear the actual song. Sometimes It's hard to pick semi-tones from memory, but major and minor keys, I have no idea what KEY something is in, I can just hear if it's right ot not. I don't know pitches by designation. You play me and A and I don't know it's an A. But if I learn the music, I LEARN it. Sometimes it takes a while, but when I know it i'm OK. I have NEVER experienced choir learning defficiency as bad as in this last show.
Anyway. I've ranted myself to bits now. I have major assignments I still have to do, and I'll deal with the 2D assignment submission issues tomorrow since that's when I have class.
I just wish I didn't have all this extra shit to deal with, I would LIKE to be able to just concentrate on my fucking Masters degree, so I don't end up crying when I read e-mails.
*deep breath*
I feel like shit. Stupid infection.
Excuse me while I go get ready to drag myself to Parramatta so I can buy some new shoes that I am in desperate need of, since my two main pairs have decided to die in the ass and I can't walk anywhere at my normal speedy pace without getting massive blisters.
Also going to be browse-searching for diamond earrings for mum.
Hahahaha NO, I won't be buying them (fffff couldn't afford), i'm scouting because she told me she wants some to replace the ones stolen ages ago, and Dad can get them for her for her birthday. I'm a motherfucking qualified Jeweller now, this is my kind of job. This is the kind of browsing that relaxes me at least.
Retail therapy, it fucking works.
*will aslo be looking for BayShockwave since I saw him on the telly*
p.s. The only good thing that's happened this weekend is me losing 2 kilos doing the show. I've been doing weights nearly every day for 3 months and got no loss, that shows you how much energy goes into doing these concerts. And my parents don't seem to think it's a big thing to do alongside studies and work shifts.
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