It seems like a good time.
So I've switched from Blogger to LiveJournal; I'm not sure why except the sense of community seems stronger here. I like having people around me, even if it's electronically or virtually. It's nice.
I sent off my college applications at the beginning of the school year. I didn't send many; there aren't a lot of schools I want to go to, but I heard back from a couple recently, enough to base a decision upon. Appalachian in North Carolina accepted me into their music program, but it's hideously expensive. I could do it, of course- that's not a problem. But I hate to spend money if I don't have to; mother raised me to be practical even if it's not technically necessary. The other is a small university near Boston, and they saw fit to offer me a full scholarship, there to study music.
I've accepted it, and have transferred to a private prep school that apparently feeds into it, to get a feel for the area. I've been here roughly a week now, having accepted the application after the beginning of the second semester, but my tardy arrival in classes does not seem to provoke any outrage on the part of the administration.
I confess I am not best pleased with dormitory living. I had intended to take a dorm room at the University, but upon experiencing it I think I shall follow my second option of finding a house to share with a select few people. It seems more suited to my temperament: I prefer small groups of close friends and acquaintances to larger aggregations of people I do not know.
I advertised, when I arrived here, to teach piano on weekends; I find I enjoy it too much to give it up. My services have been contracted by two families already, and I have fallen into the habits of tutoring as easily here as i did in Oregon. In fact, I've a lesson in twenty minutes. I suppose I should freshen up and dig out the sheet music. It's one Richard Anderson's daughter, and she's fairly well along already, although her fingering is a little slipshod. He'd like her to perform this summer at his fiancée's garden parties, and she's got a bit of practicing to do before she's ready for that particular torment, but needs must, and he's paying me well for the privelege of tutoring his girl, so we'll make the best of it.
And then homework. There's no need to let my grades slip just because I've already got my acceptance and scholarship.
I sent off my college applications at the beginning of the school year. I didn't send many; there aren't a lot of schools I want to go to, but I heard back from a couple recently, enough to base a decision upon. Appalachian in North Carolina accepted me into their music program, but it's hideously expensive. I could do it, of course- that's not a problem. But I hate to spend money if I don't have to; mother raised me to be practical even if it's not technically necessary. The other is a small university near Boston, and they saw fit to offer me a full scholarship, there to study music.
I've accepted it, and have transferred to a private prep school that apparently feeds into it, to get a feel for the area. I've been here roughly a week now, having accepted the application after the beginning of the second semester, but my tardy arrival in classes does not seem to provoke any outrage on the part of the administration.
I confess I am not best pleased with dormitory living. I had intended to take a dorm room at the University, but upon experiencing it I think I shall follow my second option of finding a house to share with a select few people. It seems more suited to my temperament: I prefer small groups of close friends and acquaintances to larger aggregations of people I do not know.
I advertised, when I arrived here, to teach piano on weekends; I find I enjoy it too much to give it up. My services have been contracted by two families already, and I have fallen into the habits of tutoring as easily here as i did in Oregon. In fact, I've a lesson in twenty minutes. I suppose I should freshen up and dig out the sheet music. It's one Richard Anderson's daughter, and she's fairly well along already, although her fingering is a little slipshod. He'd like her to perform this summer at his fiancée's garden parties, and she's got a bit of practicing to do before she's ready for that particular torment, but needs must, and he's paying me well for the privelege of tutoring his girl, so we'll make the best of it.
And then homework. There's no need to let my grades slip just because I've already got my acceptance and scholarship.