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I had kind of a good day today. I got to miss school to go to San Domenico for my tour and interview. The girl I shadowed also went to Redwood last year and hated it, which was a nice coincidence, and I saw some students I knew and got to talk to them about what it was like and what the music program I want to do is like and all that. That was most of the day, and at the very end the 'interview' was just this really nice teacher asking me questions that I'd already answered on my application, and supposedly when she came out she told my parents she hoped to see me on a daily basis. So it looks like I might actually get in, which is really awesome if I think about it. However, I really don't want to get my hopes up because I'd be too disappointed if I failed.
Then because my violin teacher is evil he forced me to play this piece I'd just learned by memory in front of everyone in my chamber group. I hurried to play it while only two people had arrived, but of course by the time I was finished everyone else was waiting outside the door. Then my teacher had everyone clap about a billion times and went on and on about how I memorized the piece in ten days, and people's parents went on and on about how well I played it, and blah blah blah. But I was actually glad that I didn't mess up, and I did memorize it in ten days and I have to play it on Saturday in an echo-y room with old people watching and I was really sure I'd totally fuck it.
Then I ate chocolate cake. So what I thought would be the most stressful day of the week will probably turn out to be the best. Which kind of sucks because it's over. OH WELL.
p.s. why the fuck do they have the little blue thing next to a goddamn computer for the mood 'accomplished'?
Then because my violin teacher is evil he forced me to play this piece I'd just learned by memory in front of everyone in my chamber group. I hurried to play it while only two people had arrived, but of course by the time I was finished everyone else was waiting outside the door. Then my teacher had everyone clap about a billion times and went on and on about how I memorized the piece in ten days, and people's parents went on and on about how well I played it, and blah blah blah. But I was actually glad that I didn't mess up, and I did memorize it in ten days and I have to play it on Saturday in an echo-y room with old people watching and I was really sure I'd totally fuck it.
Then I ate chocolate cake. So what I thought would be the most stressful day of the week will probably turn out to be the best. Which kind of sucks because it's over. OH WELL.
p.s. why the fuck do they have the little blue thing next to a goddamn computer for the mood 'accomplished'?