Last week of school, part deux
My plan for today was to print out the individual parts to my piece before my lesson, and if I had time, maybe play on one of the pianos or study French. As it turned out, there was no extra time, and I even stayed an hour after my lesson to finish. Sigh.
I got to the lab at my normal time, even though piano class was done. Weird Kid did not show up, as far as I know, but my original teacher did. She looked pretty good, actually, and seemed to be in good spirits. Otherwise, for the longest time it was just me and my music. There's this security guard who pops in every so often, and he did so today for about ten minutes. It was pretty quiet, which was nice. I'd printed up my score on Monday and figured I was done with that, but as I went through the parts, I discovered places where I'd missed, say, a crescendo or decrescendo. Grr. And then I decided to just reprint the whole score because I might as well turn the euphonium part from bass clef to treble clef--but in doing that I ended up changing the key of the entire piece. Whoops. Scratch that idea; I'll just transpose the part, print it out, and put it back the way it was. That was the only major problem I'd had when we performed it, that I didn't have a treble clef baritone part for the kids that switched over from trumpet. At least now I have the part, and the standard bass clef baritones/euphoniums can read off the trombone part like they usually do. Anyway, I'd finished printing all the parts just in time for my lesson, and my teacher thought I'd done a great job and was impressed--a number of his students apparently don't have band experience and don't think of things like dynamics and articulations. I pretty much had everything I wanted right there in the piece. Except, well, I'd missed a few things where I'd changed parts, mainly dynamics in a few places. One change means reprinting the whole part. Sigh. I was like, do I really want to do that? My teacher said, it would be like running 25 miles of a marathon at a world-record pace and then stopping for a coffee break--you're so close to the end, and it's so good, it would be a shame to not make the changes. I ended up making all but one of the changes he'd suggested, necessitating the reprinting of half a dozen parts, as well as a second reprinting of the first clarinet part because of this stupid measure marking that just did not want to appear on like half the parts. All of my other measure numbers were fine, but measure 38 just had a mind of its own. Same thing with my tuba part; as soon as I clicked print, the part completely rearranged itself on-screen and printed that way. I have no idea what happened, but it was really frustrating. But it's done. I even put a dedication on it. So exciting! It only took four years.
Also, toward the end of my work time, I noticed this gaggle of obnoxious vocal students out in the hallway. I know it's not a library, but my word, they just would not shut up. I was not terribly surprised to discover they were the students of the annoying vocal teacher, she of kicking me out of the lab fame, and they were waiting for some sort of group lesson final.
Now to study French. It's my only actual final, and ultimately it doesn't matter because I'm guaranteed an A in the class, but I still want to do well on it.
I got to the lab at my normal time, even though piano class was done. Weird Kid did not show up, as far as I know, but my original teacher did. She looked pretty good, actually, and seemed to be in good spirits. Otherwise, for the longest time it was just me and my music. There's this security guard who pops in every so often, and he did so today for about ten minutes. It was pretty quiet, which was nice. I'd printed up my score on Monday and figured I was done with that, but as I went through the parts, I discovered places where I'd missed, say, a crescendo or decrescendo. Grr. And then I decided to just reprint the whole score because I might as well turn the euphonium part from bass clef to treble clef--but in doing that I ended up changing the key of the entire piece. Whoops. Scratch that idea; I'll just transpose the part, print it out, and put it back the way it was. That was the only major problem I'd had when we performed it, that I didn't have a treble clef baritone part for the kids that switched over from trumpet. At least now I have the part, and the standard bass clef baritones/euphoniums can read off the trombone part like they usually do. Anyway, I'd finished printing all the parts just in time for my lesson, and my teacher thought I'd done a great job and was impressed--a number of his students apparently don't have band experience and don't think of things like dynamics and articulations. I pretty much had everything I wanted right there in the piece. Except, well, I'd missed a few things where I'd changed parts, mainly dynamics in a few places. One change means reprinting the whole part. Sigh. I was like, do I really want to do that? My teacher said, it would be like running 25 miles of a marathon at a world-record pace and then stopping for a coffee break--you're so close to the end, and it's so good, it would be a shame to not make the changes. I ended up making all but one of the changes he'd suggested, necessitating the reprinting of half a dozen parts, as well as a second reprinting of the first clarinet part because of this stupid measure marking that just did not want to appear on like half the parts. All of my other measure numbers were fine, but measure 38 just had a mind of its own. Same thing with my tuba part; as soon as I clicked print, the part completely rearranged itself on-screen and printed that way. I have no idea what happened, but it was really frustrating. But it's done. I even put a dedication on it. So exciting! It only took four years.
Also, toward the end of my work time, I noticed this gaggle of obnoxious vocal students out in the hallway. I know it's not a library, but my word, they just would not shut up. I was not terribly surprised to discover they were the students of the annoying vocal teacher, she of kicking me out of the lab fame, and they were waiting for some sort of group lesson final.
Now to study French. It's my only actual final, and ultimately it doesn't matter because I'm guaranteed an A in the class, but I still want to do well on it.