3 days
hum. had me lessons today. me LAST LESSONS. it was sad, but not emotional, because i've in me head the thought that, of course, i'm going to see tamar and dr. powell again. i've arranged to keep in contact w/ each of them, via email, and maybe a little phone chat, but i'm hopefully going to have lessons w/ dr. p on me weekends back. after all, i should use the scholarship money i won at the pawley's island competition, which means i have to play in a concert next year. that'll be fun. be he gave me a new, popular beethoven piece, while i finish up the other 3 pieces. it'll be hard, i think, studying on me own like that. i'm still worried about time issues. and bless the man's heart, he gave me a briefcase for me music. before, for those of you who might know, i had a little kid's bookbag, very colorful, like his furniture, so it fit in. and it was practically the perfect size to fit books in. but he figured i needed something "more professional" (hehe) and bought me this nice, leather case, made in india. the poor man had his heart broken by GS by first off, not getting the teaching position he wanted to get out of the hell hole he's in now, and second, for them not to actually TELL HIM he didn't get it. that is just unacceptable, GS!!! shame on you!! and yet he still had the time, money, and decency to do that for me. and my goodness, leather in and of itself is not cheap!! unless he was kidding, wish i'm sure he's not, he had to mortgage his house twice to pay for his beautiful steinway, PLUS he's got a 4 month and one day old baby! and THEY are certainly not cheap. he gave me a card w/ it too, of course. said a nice little speal on wanting to stay in touch w/ email, although he gave me his work email at CCU and not his AOL one. he must use that for "special" purposes? i dunno, but he signed it Phillip Powell, not Dr. Powell, like i've always called him. that may, or most likely, may not be significant, but it's certainly interesting to think about. i luv that man. gave him a nice hearty handshake on the way out. tamar, as well, gave me a really nice music book, like a synopsis of all the periods of music, known and unknown. she wrote a little thing on the inside about me practicing and such, which was cute. she signed it "love, tamar." i gave her a long hug (her hair smelled nice), and i realized that after my 4 years with each of them, i think, we still hadn't much social, or even physical contact like that. when i come back to see each one of them, their children will be growing (talia, tamar's daughter, is...2?? now?), and tamar's husband is adding a room onto their house, so it'll probably be done when i get back to see her, whenever that'll be. and i put me cello music in a bookbag, instead of the handbag tamar gave me one Christmas, so that the music doesn't fall out on me frequent traveling across the GS campus. (i'm going to be so laden down by bags, from me cello and piano music to me real bookbag, me cello of course, and me laptop.) everything is changing, too. i ate at fazoli's tonight, and there are so many new people, mostly young, black girls. i remember a time when most of the workers, and there were much fewer, were mostly older folk. huuum. so many changes. and hopefully dr. p can also find another job, suitable for him, and one the he WANTS (even though he really, really wanted the GS job). there is a report that comes out every thursday about jobs that he could interview for, and he even did one out in washington state, recently, but he knew it was a long shot, and didn't get it. i just REALLY hope he gets a different job that he wants. if anybody knows of a good place in need of piano teachers, please, don't hesitate to say so!! :) i believe everything is packed for saturday. i had to reorder some music; tamar ordered the wrong book, so she said she'd buy it and use it for her students, because quite frankly, it's too easy for me, and we doubt law will have me use it, unless, obviously, he WANTS me to. and i'm waiting for me dress shoes to come in, hopefully by friday. if not, i'll have to use me black sneakers. no biggie. AND, i'm obviously still worried about the dorm life, as you know. in addition, i'm OBVIOUSLY worried about me acceptance. i know several people there, but what about the other peeps? will they come to know the joshman? mr. josh the slave? hopefully! if not, all me friends here will never hear the end of it, and i'll never hear the end of, "i told ya so!!" i guess i am getting excited, albeit nervousness, anxiety even, are into play. i guess i really am blessed and should be thankful for the people in me lives, and you never really know how much they mean to you until, obviously they're gone. (wow..i'm making a lot of assumptions again today, w/ my blatent uses of "obviously" and "of course". oh well!) so until later my friends!!