I'll never be a teacher.
I babysat, er...taught a bunch of grade eight cellists today at school. I felt as if I didn't really help them that much yet Mr. Leong says that I did a good job with them. I just felt annoying and stupid telling them what to do. I might even have to teach for a living to make money before the big break with writing. Samantha, sister of Chris was in the section and she asked if I knew her brother.
"Yes," I said. "I dated him." She looked at me in horror, perhaps due to the fact that I pulled this terrible face. I was shocked that I actually told her this, I mean, it is a fact that we dated but I didn't need to mention it. It has been two years since then. I never met Samantha for the entire time I was seeing Chris, which I find strange because I met the rest of his family. Anyhow, this was the premise of a major freak out suffered internally. I don't think anyone else saw. I hope not.
At least I didn't say something like, "Oh, my God! I so want him back. Can you tell him that I still love him, please???" Eeeeeewwwww....Chris..no. So, that was the trauma of the day.
I didn't have a rehearsal with Se-Doo today (Double Cello Concerto in G minor) because she had a TOEFL test for university admissions. Hmmm...I would have been late to the practice anyhow because of the snow. Canadians. Our audition is next week, thank God. I have a lot of metronome work to do with that. The tempo is at least 86 bpm. Meep.
My revisions of my Writer's Craft I.S.U. are going well. I've cut the punctuation in "Flowers" and the questions in "Above Lake Superior" are over and done with. Also, I escape into The Great Gatsby at the very end of "Why I Read Books". I still want to figure out what sort of man wants to break out of my ribs at the concert. "Notes on Meditation" was already finished from before.
I wrote a poem about my "muse" last night. I like the line, "Nebulous crop of curls/bursts into flame/in mornings" Nyahhh...I don't know yet. I think it looks a little weird once it's typed out. Phah.
"Yes," I said. "I dated him." She looked at me in horror, perhaps due to the fact that I pulled this terrible face. I was shocked that I actually told her this, I mean, it is a fact that we dated but I didn't need to mention it. It has been two years since then. I never met Samantha for the entire time I was seeing Chris, which I find strange because I met the rest of his family. Anyhow, this was the premise of a major freak out suffered internally. I don't think anyone else saw. I hope not.
At least I didn't say something like, "Oh, my God! I so want him back. Can you tell him that I still love him, please???" Eeeeeewwwww....Chris..no. So, that was the trauma of the day.
I didn't have a rehearsal with Se-Doo today (Double Cello Concerto in G minor) because she had a TOEFL test for university admissions. Hmmm...I would have been late to the practice anyhow because of the snow. Canadians. Our audition is next week, thank God. I have a lot of metronome work to do with that. The tempo is at least 86 bpm. Meep.
My revisions of my Writer's Craft I.S.U. are going well. I've cut the punctuation in "Flowers" and the questions in "Above Lake Superior" are over and done with. Also, I escape into The Great Gatsby at the very end of "Why I Read Books". I still want to figure out what sort of man wants to break out of my ribs at the concert. "Notes on Meditation" was already finished from before.
I wrote a poem about my "muse" last night. I like the line, "Nebulous crop of curls/bursts into flame/in mornings" Nyahhh...I don't know yet. I think it looks a little weird once it's typed out. Phah.