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So I'm practicing away last night, trying to make up for a little lost time on the weekend, when all of a sudden, Pop.
Out comes all the bow hair from the top of the bow, still neatly held together at the end, but no longer playable at all.
Fuck.
After walking home and trying to convince myself, to no avail, that it's not such a big deal, I spend the next hour and a half explaining, emailing, calling, and walking very far to borrow a temporary replacement bow. Today I'm supposed to have a lesson at 1, a quartet coaching at 3:30, a run through with my accompanist at 4:30, and possibly a QMT rehearsal at 7:30. Nevermind my first masterclass on Friday.
So as you can see I was freaking out A LOT. Nevermind that all this was taking away from the precious little time I had left to read and reflect on sociology stuff for 8:30 this morning, as well as write the next step of my essay plan that was due in the same class. And I just didn't do it. All I could do was curl up in a ball and sleep and have strange dreams and keep waking up, hoping that it would all just go away. I didn't even show up to tutorial; I just slept through it. Shut my eyes to it all.
Now I'm afraid I have to face up to this giant mess --no literally, my room is one big giant mess--and call the violin people who apparently did a shit job of rehairing it a month ago, and eat breakfast, clean, practise...
Life is minorly crappy in a stressful way right now.
Out comes all the bow hair from the top of the bow, still neatly held together at the end, but no longer playable at all.
Fuck.
After walking home and trying to convince myself, to no avail, that it's not such a big deal, I spend the next hour and a half explaining, emailing, calling, and walking very far to borrow a temporary replacement bow. Today I'm supposed to have a lesson at 1, a quartet coaching at 3:30, a run through with my accompanist at 4:30, and possibly a QMT rehearsal at 7:30. Nevermind my first masterclass on Friday.
So as you can see I was freaking out A LOT. Nevermind that all this was taking away from the precious little time I had left to read and reflect on sociology stuff for 8:30 this morning, as well as write the next step of my essay plan that was due in the same class. And I just didn't do it. All I could do was curl up in a ball and sleep and have strange dreams and keep waking up, hoping that it would all just go away. I didn't even show up to tutorial; I just slept through it. Shut my eyes to it all.
Now I'm afraid I have to face up to this giant mess --no literally, my room is one big giant mess--and call the violin people who apparently did a shit job of rehairing it a month ago, and eat breakfast, clean, practise...
Life is minorly crappy in a stressful way right now.