I love the simple things in life. As I arrived at my visual basic class I heard the tolling of our campus' newest and perhaps most aesthetic expenditure. The clock tower plays... so mi re so.... so re mi do..... mi do re so.... so re mi do. We got out of class twenty minutes early today, so I heard it again as I stepped out the door of Fenton. As I was leaving a guy who passed me commented without any particular direction, "It's insanely windy out there!" I love the wind. It's freezing out today, but I'd rather have even more wind than there is right now. My feet are halfway bare, sticking out of my impractical, open-toed formal heels which I have yet to take off after today's evening concert. I'm still wearing the too-thin, not so practical concert black in materials of polyester and acetate that really don't keep out the chill. My teeth are chattering as I walk by the library, across the paths out back by the dorms, but I wish it were windier yet. I smell my hands, which are lightly scented from the soap in the bathroom of Fenton. It's a mild, yet rather pleasant smell. The sky is beautiful, a myriad of blues. I'm heading back to my room, where I will have some down time finally today, until I proctor again at ten. Now I'm alone and I can just relax, listen to whatever music I like, and just not worry for a bit.

Our concert today was for woodwind chamber ensemble, and we had three groups play: two trios and a quartet. Our trio played for a half hour, and we did rather well. Well, that is to say, we didn't play perfectly, and I'm incredibly happy that we didn't. The three of us will be playing next Friday in front of a group people from all of the SUNY system. We'll only be background music over their dinner, or what have you, but the fact that we made mistakes today makes me feel infinitely better about Friday because it proved to me that we're capable of recovering, the most important thing in ensemble playing of this size, really.

So today was really rather productive on the whole, I think. Of course I still haven't gotten anything done. Well, that isn't true, but I have so much more to do. I wrote down my extra obligations for this week... in addition to classes I had extra rehearsal on Monday, more rehearsal on Tuesday, proctoring twice today plus a concert, tomorrow I have more extra rehearsal, Friday I have more extra rehearsal and work for Sound Services, Saturday I have an extra lesson, Sunday I have yet more rehearsal and more Sound Services work.... I have so much to remember every day. I was walking back from Mason yesterday and almost turned right around and went back because I momentarily thought I had another rehearsal. My memory's going to give up soon.

I just have so much stuff all in a row... I have a concert on Friday, one on Thursday of next week, another (yay, Ethos!) the day after, I also have a major presentation that week, another presentation soon to come in Utopia, plus another concert relatively soon after that. It all just never stops. In the immortal words of Beth, "mrf."
posted by Unknown at 4:39 PM