I'm still mad about this
When I was in middle school and in choir, I had somewhere between a 3.5 and 4 octave range. After almost five years of no practice, no singing, and no vocal work, I figured I'd have two at best. I got placed yesterday when I joined choir and guess what? Still soprano one, just under four octaves. I was really excited and I couldn't wait to tell Is!
So later that night, I tell Isaac the awesome news. Isaac's been busting his ass for about two and a half years to get his range in a good place. When he started he was at one and a half octaves, and now he's at or just above four. I thought he'd be excited that I still had my voice after so long!
He wasn't.
In fact, he insisted that I could not possibly be THAT good, and that I was two octaves TOPS. He even went to far as to say that he was going to make me prove it by testing me himself when he gets back here.
What the fuck kind of reaction is that? "Hey hun, turns out I still have my good range!" "No you don't. Your director must have fucked up. Prove it."
Seriously. I know it's like 120F there in the shade every day, and you have an awful lot of sand in your vagina from when you got to spend a week at that resort in Nayarit for free, but really. What the shit.
From the good news department, however, my math teacher from India is awesome. I love listening to her talk, partially because she's so good and breaking math down in to really simple explanations, but also because her accent is so cool. She calls me Elizabeth, but it sounds more like "Elspeth" which I LOVE. But I'm not used to being called Elizabeth, so I hope she never tries to get my attention with it when I'm not paying attention. I've trained myself to automatically look up when I hear "oh" or "ohs" because like 99.9% of the time, it's my name. Even though I've used Elizabeth or even Elspeth as a nickname or an alias, I'm not used to people calling me that O_o;;
So later that night, I tell Isaac the awesome news. Isaac's been busting his ass for about two and a half years to get his range in a good place. When he started he was at one and a half octaves, and now he's at or just above four. I thought he'd be excited that I still had my voice after so long!
He wasn't.
In fact, he insisted that I could not possibly be THAT good, and that I was two octaves TOPS. He even went to far as to say that he was going to make me prove it by testing me himself when he gets back here.
What the fuck kind of reaction is that? "Hey hun, turns out I still have my good range!" "No you don't. Your director must have fucked up. Prove it."
Seriously. I know it's like 120F there in the shade every day, and you have an awful lot of sand in your vagina from when you got to spend a week at that resort in Nayarit for free, but really. What the shit.
From the good news department, however, my math teacher from India is awesome. I love listening to her talk, partially because she's so good and breaking math down in to really simple explanations, but also because her accent is so cool. She calls me Elizabeth, but it sounds more like "Elspeth" which I LOVE. But I'm not used to being called Elizabeth, so I hope she never tries to get my attention with it when I'm not paying attention. I've trained myself to automatically look up when I hear "oh" or "ohs" because like 99.9% of the time, it's my name. Even though I've used Elizabeth or even Elspeth as a nickname or an alias, I'm not used to people calling me that O_o;;