Jan 15, 2007 14:34
I am taking a well deserved study break. Suprisingly, Apush does not concern me at this point. Apchem on the other hand...I am afraid to study for. Because I know that I don't know any of it. And I mean that in the most literal sense of the phrase.
In other news, my piano lesson had the potential of being a diastor. Then, oddly enough....
Mrs. Haggard: Alison, warm up while I go put a bandaid on my third degree burn (or something like that)
Me: *proceeds to play a few scales and plod through Year at the Spring*
Mrs. Haggard: Alison, you have made a lot of great progress on this. You really have the feel of the song, you must be practicing more.
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I did not practice that song even once in a week. A whole week. Besides playing the first three chords at Krista's house. And I screwed them up even then.
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Too bad Scarlatti is not as easy to sight read. That sucked.
Oh the banality of it all.
"I hate seeing everyone so unhinged. If people spent more time under the influence of drugs or giants, then there would at least be a high, albeit an artificial one, to ease them down. Everyone needs that feeling."