Solos & Such
So Tuesday was all sorts of de-lovely. Um. . . first period we watched video, second period we watched video, third period I don't recall, fouth was intended to be a workday for our taxonomy projects, but I forgot the materials. Instead, I pinned dead bugs to boards for squeemish girls. Josh and I conducted a study with the hair of a catepillar and a hair of Nat's. We tested for similarites. The results were gravely inconclusive. I skipped lunch again and went to the band room. Hermit much? During fifth, S&E people played in front of the class.
- Yours truly
Sixth was geometry. Geometry is dumb. I hate shapes. I made straight A's.
I went home, took a shower, and got dress for S&E.
-My duds.
Jessica did an awesome job. I especially enjoyed hearing Tori's tuba and baritone solos. They were a nice constrast to the flute. My performance was bleh. I never do as well as I could, and this time was no exception. This time, though, I didn't shake or sweat anywhere near as much as I have the past two years.
Mr. Shayman, my judge and also last year's judge, seemed very pleased. He didn't really offer me any criticism, constructive or otherwise, but basically suggested that I knew all the mistakes that I made and that they were minor. He asked me what colleges I've been thinking about. I've met this question many times since highschool,not even two years yet. Honestly, I feel very pressured to choose soon. He dropped the big J.C. bomb: Juliard Conservatory. Me = speachless. He also added that I needed to get another private lessons teacher and that he would pay for my lessons himself if need be. He also offered me help with finding scholarships. He told me about a specific teacher he knew at the University of Southern Florida in Tampa, some drive away. This was all very overwhelming.
This morning, I found that I had made a superior on my solo. Yesh.
Class was boring. I wore a green star sticker on my forehead. Someone tripped and fell in the hallway, staring. I didn't get to much verbal negative criticism, but there were "looks." I pretended not to notice.
I spoke to Sulzman twice today. He spoke to me about my ego. Basically, he told me that although he didn't think I was too prideful and that I had acknowledged being a big fish in shallow waters, he still wanted to foreworn me. I'm hoping this is advice he's giving to me because I'm going to swim out soon. The ocean looks so beautiful from this muck. Also, I should know about the lessons at USF relatively soon, maybe by the end of the week. This is all very exciting, but I'm trying very hard not to get my hopes up.
Your pensive piper,
Shane
P.S. My mom made more cake. Its yellow with green frosting. : )
- Yours truly
Sixth was geometry. Geometry is dumb. I hate shapes. I made straight A's.
I went home, took a shower, and got dress for S&E.
-My duds.
Jessica did an awesome job. I especially enjoyed hearing Tori's tuba and baritone solos. They were a nice constrast to the flute. My performance was bleh. I never do as well as I could, and this time was no exception. This time, though, I didn't shake or sweat anywhere near as much as I have the past two years.
Mr. Shayman, my judge and also last year's judge, seemed very pleased. He didn't really offer me any criticism, constructive or otherwise, but basically suggested that I knew all the mistakes that I made and that they were minor. He asked me what colleges I've been thinking about. I've met this question many times since highschool,not even two years yet. Honestly, I feel very pressured to choose soon. He dropped the big J.C. bomb: Juliard Conservatory. Me = speachless. He also added that I needed to get another private lessons teacher and that he would pay for my lessons himself if need be. He also offered me help with finding scholarships. He told me about a specific teacher he knew at the University of Southern Florida in Tampa, some drive away. This was all very overwhelming.
This morning, I found that I had made a superior on my solo. Yesh.
Class was boring. I wore a green star sticker on my forehead. Someone tripped and fell in the hallway, staring. I didn't get to much verbal negative criticism, but there were "looks." I pretended not to notice.
I spoke to Sulzman twice today. He spoke to me about my ego. Basically, he told me that although he didn't think I was too prideful and that I had acknowledged being a big fish in shallow waters, he still wanted to foreworn me. I'm hoping this is advice he's giving to me because I'm going to swim out soon. The ocean looks so beautiful from this muck. Also, I should know about the lessons at USF relatively soon, maybe by the end of the week. This is all very exciting, but I'm trying very hard not to get my hopes up.
Your pensive piper,
Shane
P.S. My mom made more cake. Its yellow with green frosting. : )