Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say throw cares away
So. I haven't updated this in forever.
I'm home. I finished my first semester at Tufts. It was fabulous.
I took six classes:
Spanish
Chorale
Non Fiction Writing
Multivariable Calc
Improv/Comedic Theory
Psychology
Plus private voice lessons. I love my teacher--I think my classical singing has improved so much, and I've been working my ass off and having a blast. I had my jury last week, so I shall see, I guess, what the faculty things of me.
And I was in eyota: a musical fairytale, a student-written and produced musical which, though I wouldn't have predicted it at the start, turned out to be quite good and a lot of fun.
And I tap danced in the Tufts Dance Collective show.
And I have friends.
And I still have no sense of major or direction.
And I'm very, very happy and wide-eyed and loving Tufts in kind of the same way I loved high school freshman year, except I know so much more now...and I think that though feelings I haven't had in a few years are revisiting me, feelings of awe and just kind of jumping in and running with it and of being that little freshman and loving the upperclassmen, it's going to be a completely different experience.
And tomorrow I'm going to KHS to visit Chamber Choir and see Murray. I'm excited even though the group is totally different. But I don't really want to go to see what it is now. I want to go to remember what I loved about it, and to be nostalgic, and to see some friends and show Murray that I (and my voice) have grown up a little.
And Kristin and I are going to Newspaper and to see Mr. Black. And hopefully others, too. We're going to be those kids...but I'm excited about that.
I don't have much to do here in my lovely Kennebunk house. So, let's hang out.
Call me :-)
I'm home. I finished my first semester at Tufts. It was fabulous.
I took six classes:
Spanish
Chorale
Non Fiction Writing
Multivariable Calc
Improv/Comedic Theory
Psychology
Plus private voice lessons. I love my teacher--I think my classical singing has improved so much, and I've been working my ass off and having a blast. I had my jury last week, so I shall see, I guess, what the faculty things of me.
And I was in eyota: a musical fairytale, a student-written and produced musical which, though I wouldn't have predicted it at the start, turned out to be quite good and a lot of fun.
And I tap danced in the Tufts Dance Collective show.
And I have friends.
And I still have no sense of major or direction.
And I'm very, very happy and wide-eyed and loving Tufts in kind of the same way I loved high school freshman year, except I know so much more now...and I think that though feelings I haven't had in a few years are revisiting me, feelings of awe and just kind of jumping in and running with it and of being that little freshman and loving the upperclassmen, it's going to be a completely different experience.
And tomorrow I'm going to KHS to visit Chamber Choir and see Murray. I'm excited even though the group is totally different. But I don't really want to go to see what it is now. I want to go to remember what I loved about it, and to be nostalgic, and to see some friends and show Murray that I (and my voice) have grown up a little.
And Kristin and I are going to Newspaper and to see Mr. Black. And hopefully others, too. We're going to be those kids...but I'm excited about that.
I don't have much to do here in my lovely Kennebunk house. So, let's hang out.
Call me :-)