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Wish me luck (again)
My jury is tomorrow. This is important--most of my Chief Practical marks. I hope it goes well. I'll be okay if I can relax.
Speaking of relaxing (or not)...
I had a massage today, which was nice. It cost $60 for the hour, which would have been fine if I hadn't had an extremely stressful experience immediately afterwards which instantly snapped all my muscles back into being tense again.
Through various unfortunate circumstances during and following the appointment, I got home with only a little bit of time to get to an individual theory presentation for Dr. E. It wasn't quite as complete as I'd wished, but would have been acceptable; I've been working on it for the past month. I quickly made up some pie charts (required to show proportions of the sonata form of the piece analysed) on the laptop, which of course picked that opportune time to crash. Several times. Printing seemed out of the question (as that invariably causes further crashing), so I tried to phone the professor to ask if it was okay if I brought the computer with me and showed the graphs on-screen. Mucking about with the computer and trying (unsuccessfully) to contact him, what with this that and the other thing (looking up numbers, phoning various people in the department), took about fifteen minutes. By this time I was good and late, but out of desperation and for lack of anything else to do, I went to the Conservatory. Naturally, he had left for the day. I fretted for a while, cried, verged on having a panic attack, whined at a couple people, then finally got a hold of myself a bit and wrote him an email. Upon the advice of my tutor, I phoned him later also. He didn't believe me; I don't think I've ever heard that much scorn in his voice. I may be able to re-schedule on Monday and get some marks, but I may not. I've worked f***ing hard on this assignment--fully analysed 13 pages of flute concerto music--for a long time, unlike some people who started the night before, and... I don't know what I'm going to do if I fail it.
So the aforementioned matter will be in my (and in my back muscles, and my neck, and my hands, and my chest) while I'm playing.
Oh, yes. After I left the Conservatory, I discovered that I mis-recorded my haircut as happening at 3 o'clock today instead of 3 o'clock yesterday. The other hairstylist was busy too. So I sat down on some nearby steps, probably gave a few evil glances to people passing by, considered going home and lying in the foetal position, then went to the second hand bookstore and read a bunch of newspaper stories about Iraq. Anything to take my mind off it.
Sorry: this ended up being an extended complaint.
Speaking of relaxing (or not)...
I had a massage today, which was nice. It cost $60 for the hour, which would have been fine if I hadn't had an extremely stressful experience immediately afterwards which instantly snapped all my muscles back into being tense again.
Through various unfortunate circumstances during and following the appointment, I got home with only a little bit of time to get to an individual theory presentation for Dr. E. It wasn't quite as complete as I'd wished, but would have been acceptable; I've been working on it for the past month. I quickly made up some pie charts (required to show proportions of the sonata form of the piece analysed) on the laptop, which of course picked that opportune time to crash. Several times. Printing seemed out of the question (as that invariably causes further crashing), so I tried to phone the professor to ask if it was okay if I brought the computer with me and showed the graphs on-screen. Mucking about with the computer and trying (unsuccessfully) to contact him, what with this that and the other thing (looking up numbers, phoning various people in the department), took about fifteen minutes. By this time I was good and late, but out of desperation and for lack of anything else to do, I went to the Conservatory. Naturally, he had left for the day. I fretted for a while, cried, verged on having a panic attack, whined at a couple people, then finally got a hold of myself a bit and wrote him an email. Upon the advice of my tutor, I phoned him later also. He didn't believe me; I don't think I've ever heard that much scorn in his voice. I may be able to re-schedule on Monday and get some marks, but I may not. I've worked f***ing hard on this assignment--fully analysed 13 pages of flute concerto music--for a long time, unlike some people who started the night before, and... I don't know what I'm going to do if I fail it.
So the aforementioned matter will be in my (and in my back muscles, and my neck, and my hands, and my chest) while I'm playing.
Oh, yes. After I left the Conservatory, I discovered that I mis-recorded my haircut as happening at 3 o'clock today instead of 3 o'clock yesterday. The other hairstylist was busy too. So I sat down on some nearby steps, probably gave a few evil glances to people passing by, considered going home and lying in the foetal position, then went to the second hand bookstore and read a bunch of newspaper stories about Iraq. Anything to take my mind off it.
Sorry: this ended up being an extended complaint.
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and more *hugs*
One question - why had he left? Unless 'good and late' means more than I think, he should have been there, or at least contactable during the time you were trying to get it to work...
Probably yet more *hugs*, 'cos no-one deserves that run of luck.
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Thanks
Re: good and late
I was more than half an hour late when I arrived at the Conservatory. He was contactable for some of the time I was trying to get the computer to work, but I was too caught up in the moment (and busy swearing violently and frequently to myself) to think to try to call him until 1:30.
Things are moderately better now--see the newer entry.