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All right, time for a real blog.
You know how life can sometimes just run away from you? One minute you're brushing your teeth, thinking, "Wow, I've got it easy!", a free day ahead of you, no responsibilities, no problems, nothing to do but be happy and make yourself comfortable, then all of a sudden, five people come to you with things that all need to be done by you and no one else, and they all need to be done now, and meanwhile all this stuff that you expected to come eventually decideds not only to come sooner than expected, but multiplies, expands, becomes harder and more time comsuming. And that, of course, is when everyone around you starts having problems with how you're behaving or stuff you've said, and it all just builds and builds and builds until you either break from it all or the end of the semester, whichever comes first.
That's what the past two weeks have been like for me. Everytime I check my email, there's another rehersal for a chamber music group--a flute/piano duo, a cantata that I'm playing on, an "octet" of ten woodwind players. Everytime I get to the music building, there's something else for me to do--scholarship auditions to prepare for, fundraising for Norway, a cadenza to write, extra rehersals for choir (that I can't attend anyway--and am I ever glad of that!), concerts to attend and write reports on, performances to give...and then my other classes, which, I am glad to say, are fairly light on the work, have nonetheless upped the ante just as all this has come to a head, so I've got papers to write, projects to start, extra practicing for Aural Skills...it just never stops!
And now it's ranting time. Because my choir director here is driving me absolutely insane. And, luckily, I'm not the only one--everyone I've talked to about it has gotten so frustrated at her that I'm surprised no one's walked out yet. She treats us like we're children, then throws tantrums about how we're not taking her seriously enough and that we've got a lot to prepare for and she just wants us to sound good. She has us going through our music, measure by measure, making us put in slashes where the beats are--even in the really easy measures where anyone with an ounce of musical training would be able to sightread it right off. And then she yells at us if we don't do it. Then, just last night, she sent us an email, telling us that part of our grade was going to be based off of the marks we'd made in our scores--that a "well-marked" score would get us our grade. Of course, for those of us who don't need the slash marks, for whom that much more writing in our scores just means that it's harder to see the music itself, it means we're screwed.
Anyway, this is just making me more frustrated. Off to get some homework done...
Solveig
You know how life can sometimes just run away from you? One minute you're brushing your teeth, thinking, "Wow, I've got it easy!", a free day ahead of you, no responsibilities, no problems, nothing to do but be happy and make yourself comfortable, then all of a sudden, five people come to you with things that all need to be done by you and no one else, and they all need to be done now, and meanwhile all this stuff that you expected to come eventually decideds not only to come sooner than expected, but multiplies, expands, becomes harder and more time comsuming. And that, of course, is when everyone around you starts having problems with how you're behaving or stuff you've said, and it all just builds and builds and builds until you either break from it all or the end of the semester, whichever comes first.
That's what the past two weeks have been like for me. Everytime I check my email, there's another rehersal for a chamber music group--a flute/piano duo, a cantata that I'm playing on, an "octet" of ten woodwind players. Everytime I get to the music building, there's something else for me to do--scholarship auditions to prepare for, fundraising for Norway, a cadenza to write, extra rehersals for choir (that I can't attend anyway--and am I ever glad of that!), concerts to attend and write reports on, performances to give...and then my other classes, which, I am glad to say, are fairly light on the work, have nonetheless upped the ante just as all this has come to a head, so I've got papers to write, projects to start, extra practicing for Aural Skills...it just never stops!
And now it's ranting time. Because my choir director here is driving me absolutely insane. And, luckily, I'm not the only one--everyone I've talked to about it has gotten so frustrated at her that I'm surprised no one's walked out yet. She treats us like we're children, then throws tantrums about how we're not taking her seriously enough and that we've got a lot to prepare for and she just wants us to sound good. She has us going through our music, measure by measure, making us put in slashes where the beats are--even in the really easy measures where anyone with an ounce of musical training would be able to sightread it right off. And then she yells at us if we don't do it. Then, just last night, she sent us an email, telling us that part of our grade was going to be based off of the marks we'd made in our scores--that a "well-marked" score would get us our grade. Of course, for those of us who don't need the slash marks, for whom that much more writing in our scores just means that it's harder to see the music itself, it means we're screwed.
Anyway, this is just making me more frustrated. Off to get some homework done...
Solveig