I am making an executive decision, ya'll. I am either taking the bus to Chicago or driving there myself. NO PLANES. Every way I cut it, plane=too expensive and not convenient enough.
Also-and this is one of the main reasons I don't want to fly- April is smack dab in the middle of allergy season. Last time I flew during allergy season, my ears wouldn't pop and I threw up from the pain and passed out from extreme disorientation. It was very scary, made scarier by the fact that it had never happened before and I was all alone when it did.
Of course, if airfare drops like woah, then yeah, I'll risk it. 1 hour on a plane is waaaay nicer than 5 hours on a bus.
It's been over two years, why am I not over it yet?
I'm the kind of person who needs to talk out their problems. Now I can't do that and it hurts. So. Much.
I just spent over an hour on the phone with my dad before he hung up to take another call (which is FINE. I KNOW I talk too much), but I've been holding in a whole week's worth of stuff and an hour isn't enough time. I'll just have to keep holding it in. Until I explode. Or get a therapist.
Music Theory: Astronomy On the surface it sounds easy, until you open your book and realize, holy crap, there are numbers and charts and lots of intense note-taking. Everything builds upon everything else, so if you understand A and C, but not B, you're kind of fucked.
Choir: Potions Either you get it or you don't. You can't practice in class; you have to study the book in the library until you've memorized all the directions and, in theory, know what you're doing. Then you come to class and pray you leave having created something acceptable. And if you get stuck with an incompetent partner...ho boy.
Piano: Transfigurations The teacher shows you the right finger placements and movements, and then you practice, practice, practice. In class the next day, you show her what you've accomplished and you're graded according to that success.
Private Voice Lessons: DADA Here, you learn how to be a badass. You're learning all the tricks. learning how to be awesome at what you do and to never get caught off guard. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!
Musicianship: Divination To pass this class you must have a natural talent for what's being taught, or a natural talent for faking. The teacher has a lot of knowledge on the subject, but no definite teaching methods and no set lesson plans. Sometimes you sit in class and wonder why THE FUCK this is even a requirement because really, how do you even TEACH something like this in a way everyone will understand?
I made ten tulle tutu chair covers for a ballerina-themed party tomorrow. I'm debating whether to charge an hourly fee or just a flat rate fee. Hmmmm...
My life next semester:
Music Theory I
Those classes only add up to 10 credit hours. And yet they each require just as much work as any 3 credit hour science class I took at SLU. Insane, yes?
So, I have plateaued in voice lessons. It's very frustrating and it fills me with a horrible panic-ey feeling that I know is doing nothing but making things worse. I really, really, REALLY didn't think going back to school would be this much of an emotional roller-coaster.
On a happier, and also shallow note, I have been complimented by no less than 3 of my professors and half the girls in choir on my sense of fashion. On the one hand I'm immensely flattered and pleased that people notice the way I dress. On the other hand, I want to roll my eyes. Freshmen! You too can be just as stylin' as me! Just don't wear sweatpants to class.
Two years ago today, my Uncle Jimmie passed suddenly and unexpectedly. My mom died one month and one day later in a similar fashion. Both of them were the youngest of the 5 siblings that make up the original core of my family.
I like to think they're both just kinda hanging out together in heaven, watching over us and waiting for the day when we'll all be together again.
Silly Pottermore update: My other Pottermore account was finally confirmed. Took the Sorting Test, which had a whole new batch of questions. Yep, still Slytherin.
School Update: Our first choir concert is next Monday. I'm neither excited nor am I dreading it. Our choral dresses are a tasteful A-line, empire-waist, made out of some kind of shiny material, but a black chiffon overlay completely masks the sheen. They are made suuuuper long, so Chi helped me hem mine last night, and tonight I'm hemming the dress of one of the sopranos who picked up her dress last minute and couldn't find a seamstress. We're singing 5 songs: Latin, German, Portuguese, Spanish, and English. It took a while to get used to the fact that we're just expected to learn all these songs on our own basically. Our director doesn't work through the songs with us sectionally, it's more like "ready, and sing!" and we just go until we're so lost we have to stop. I now know I'll have to work on the songs at home if I want to become a strong choir member. Us altos are a bit timid, and I'd like to be able to contribute more to our sound. Alto Power!
Speaking of voice parts, my voice instructor declared me to be a soprano today. She said I have a very clear, youthful-sounding soprano voice, but because I've sung alto and tenor for so long, I'm afraid of the high range. To test this, she's given me a new French song to sing, one that goes high AND low. She said she's really going to start pushing my high voice, since the notes are RIGHT THERE, she can hear them when I sing my scales, they're just shy and rarely used. I'll never have that booming operatic soprano voice, but I think that's what my instructor LIKES about my voice. I'm going to start practicing more at home, see if I can push surprise her (and myself) with just how good a soprano I can be.
Still gonna stay an alto/ tenor in ensembles though. I LIKE my manly low notes tyvm.
Health Update: Still have hives. They don't show up unless I scratch, and I can ignore the itching during the day for the most part. In the evenings though the itching becomes IMPOSSIBLE to ignore and I have to scratch scratch scratch until my skin is red and burning and covered in welts. Benadryl helps I think, or at least I BELIEVE it should help so it feels like it's helping. I realize I have to start taking better care of myself. Sleeping more, drinking more water. My voice instructor explained all the different ways a voice can be affected, and it was kind of eye-opening. It's a wonder I haven't damaged my voice yet. I talk too low. Didn't even know that was possible! And my allergies are affecting my high range, which is probably why I've always thought I couldn't sing high. Not sleeping makes my voice tired the next day, and I strain it even further by not drinking enough water and talking a lot.
Speaking of tired voices, I'm head teacher and it's pirate week and I've been yelling up a storm. The kids are having fun, but I think I'm going to have to be chill today. My voice is tired, my body is tired, my brain is tired.
That's all for now.