So let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow...
Oh yes. It's that time. Time for a sappy eljay entry. It's been two months since my last post about Arizona State not taking a masters student, so here's what's going on now.
I'm graduating this weekend. Holy shit. I might technically need to take an online class over the summer, depending on if one of my sequences in Music History counts as a legitimate continuation or not (funny requirements), but either way, I'm graduating. Shit son. So what do I do now? I guess this year I'm going to find myself in Syracuse again. I just signed the lease to a big ass apartment with Dianna and Bunger on 125 Cambridge Street -- we can move in during June. Huge, real person apartment, so if all you kids who are moving away (both Oswegonians and SUers) ever need a place to stay, there's a couch you can assuredly crash on. It's two blocks away from Westcott and another two blocks away from Liz and about a mile away from the SU campus. I'm going to get hopefully a real person job-- at least kind of. I'm applying for a (non-musician) part-time position with the Syracuse Symphony; hopefully, if I get it, it will transform to a full time one during the fall. They might need more trumpet subs for the Symphony, too, since they're doing a Mahler Symphony with eight trumpets this winter. There will be some auditions in store for me. I'm trying to get my foot in the door as a brass instructor with the Liverpool Marching Band, and/or maybe some other bands around the area -- the earlier I get a job offer, the better. I'm going to apply to Music and Arts, and try to double as a sales associate and trumpet teacher (if anyone inquires) like Jared did last summer. I want a real musical resume. It would be better than working at Wegman's or Starbuck's, even though they have benefits.
I'm going to keep taking lessons from Melissa Bushee. Every once in a while, I might shell out the $100 to take a lesson from the teacher at Eastman. Maybe if I end up in Boston or Chicago for a weekend, I'll shell out the cash to get a lesson from Charlie Guyer or whomever else is worth taking lessons from.
It's weird, though. It's time to have adult aspirations. It's also that time when people are moving away, which is really sad. We're all entering a really interesting crossroads. I know I haven't been any kind of model of it this semester, but I hope we all keep in touch. It's going to be weird without all my friends who are family around.
That's the news here, kids. Love you all. Let me know when you Oswegonians are back in town, and with the exception of this weekend and June 1st-6th, I'll try to make an effort to get up there. Love you all.
I'm graduating this weekend. Holy shit. I might technically need to take an online class over the summer, depending on if one of my sequences in Music History counts as a legitimate continuation or not (funny requirements), but either way, I'm graduating. Shit son. So what do I do now? I guess this year I'm going to find myself in Syracuse again. I just signed the lease to a big ass apartment with Dianna and Bunger on 125 Cambridge Street -- we can move in during June. Huge, real person apartment, so if all you kids who are moving away (both Oswegonians and SUers) ever need a place to stay, there's a couch you can assuredly crash on. It's two blocks away from Westcott and another two blocks away from Liz and about a mile away from the SU campus. I'm going to get hopefully a real person job-- at least kind of. I'm applying for a (non-musician) part-time position with the Syracuse Symphony; hopefully, if I get it, it will transform to a full time one during the fall. They might need more trumpet subs for the Symphony, too, since they're doing a Mahler Symphony with eight trumpets this winter. There will be some auditions in store for me. I'm trying to get my foot in the door as a brass instructor with the Liverpool Marching Band, and/or maybe some other bands around the area -- the earlier I get a job offer, the better. I'm going to apply to Music and Arts, and try to double as a sales associate and trumpet teacher (if anyone inquires) like Jared did last summer. I want a real musical resume. It would be better than working at Wegman's or Starbuck's, even though they have benefits.
I'm going to keep taking lessons from Melissa Bushee. Every once in a while, I might shell out the $100 to take a lesson from the teacher at Eastman. Maybe if I end up in Boston or Chicago for a weekend, I'll shell out the cash to get a lesson from Charlie Guyer or whomever else is worth taking lessons from.
It's weird, though. It's time to have adult aspirations. It's also that time when people are moving away, which is really sad. We're all entering a really interesting crossroads. I know I haven't been any kind of model of it this semester, but I hope we all keep in touch. It's going to be weird without all my friends who are family around.
That's the news here, kids. Love you all. Let me know when you Oswegonians are back in town, and with the exception of this weekend and June 1st-6th, I'll try to make an effort to get up there. Love you all.