week two
Namaste. So I survived the first week of class. The first few days were nice, because it was good to see everyone again, and get back into the swing of things. But even at the end of the first week, I still didn't feel comfortable. It was like that feeling you get when none of your clothes fit quite right. You go through the day adjusting every little thing, when you sit down or stand up. Your shirt has a stain on it, or maybe your deoderant has stopped working a bit earlier than planned. Your shoelaces are -always- untied, but when you bend over, your pants ride down, exposing your buttcrack for all to gawk at. I felt like that all the time, like even my skin was wrong on me. Of course it was silly, but I couldn't shake it. I think I am uncomfortable with my classes still . . . my schedule has my busy again, all the time, and I don't even have evenings off, because I have to accompany all the time. And I don't write anything down; I remember everything. And I'm petrified that I'll forget. Two weeks ago, I forgot that I had an evening rehearsal, and just didn't show up. So now the man that hired me is wondering if I was a good choice. I was so on edge that I'd be fired; I called him and apologized, but he didn't return my call till a week later. It was not good. I'm so scared that I'll mess up like that again, and with school going, with classes I'm not used to, I'm sure I'll forget something again. It's a very uncomfortable feeling.
I was sick this past weekend. (Maybe that's what had me feeling low? The oncoming cold.) But I feel better now, and I hope that within a few days I'll be ship-shape. But my neck hurts like hell. Maybe I'll get a massage; piano is killing me. Speaking of which, I had my lesson with Alex today. He was . . . not happy. And he was meaner than usual. Sure, I've gotten good at taking it, but today I just wasn't in the mood. I think he felt bad, though, because once he realized I was sick, he kept telling me to get better soon. Heh. Luckily, after my piano and voice lessons, George was done with class and gave me a big hug. He thinks that Alex actually cares about me, but I'm not sure. I think he's just after a product, and if he thinks for a second that I won't deliver, he'll either break me or drop me. I don't know if I can handle it. Thank goodness George is there for me.
Good news is: my birthday is this weekend. And it's going to be a great time, I think. Kate, I'm really sorry you can't be there! But next year I'm turning 21 on a Sunday, so I plan to go out Saturday night at midnight and hit the clubs as soon as I'm 21. Kate, be my escort? ^_^ Noisy roommate is moving out by Friday, and so Chris will (hopefully) be moving in Friday night or Saturday morning. That's another good news. And my dad is coming to visit me on Sunday, the 9th. Oh! And Tyler, a great friend from high school whom I haven't really seen in a few years is coming down!! He has the weekend off work, so I'll get to hang out with Tyler too. It's going to be a good time . . .
I just hope this week goes better, and even if it doesn't, I still have this weekend to look forward to! Shalom.
I was sick this past weekend. (Maybe that's what had me feeling low? The oncoming cold.) But I feel better now, and I hope that within a few days I'll be ship-shape. But my neck hurts like hell. Maybe I'll get a massage; piano is killing me. Speaking of which, I had my lesson with Alex today. He was . . . not happy. And he was meaner than usual. Sure, I've gotten good at taking it, but today I just wasn't in the mood. I think he felt bad, though, because once he realized I was sick, he kept telling me to get better soon. Heh. Luckily, after my piano and voice lessons, George was done with class and gave me a big hug. He thinks that Alex actually cares about me, but I'm not sure. I think he's just after a product, and if he thinks for a second that I won't deliver, he'll either break me or drop me. I don't know if I can handle it. Thank goodness George is there for me.
Good news is: my birthday is this weekend. And it's going to be a great time, I think. Kate, I'm really sorry you can't be there! But next year I'm turning 21 on a Sunday, so I plan to go out Saturday night at midnight and hit the clubs as soon as I'm 21. Kate, be my escort? ^_^ Noisy roommate is moving out by Friday, and so Chris will (hopefully) be moving in Friday night or Saturday morning. That's another good news. And my dad is coming to visit me on Sunday, the 9th. Oh! And Tyler, a great friend from high school whom I haven't really seen in a few years is coming down!! He has the weekend off work, so I'll get to hang out with Tyler too. It's going to be a good time . . .
I just hope this week goes better, and even if it doesn't, I still have this weekend to look forward to! Shalom.