I am left doing homework for some undetermined amount of time. My homework is to spend hours and hours looking at three news websites for diverse peoples. Read the articles, know the layout...and ultimately commit every obscure detail of these websites to memory so I can be tested on them Thursday and further prove my media un-literacy, as it is turning out to be.
You start messing around on these websites, and somewhere in the midst of this "studying" you start forgetting you're doing homework / should be paying attention. At this point you either give up and go to bed because clearly forgetting what you are doing means you're not learning anything, or you congratulate yourself for picking a major that has homework similar to your chosen form of procrastination (the Internet) and keep it up.
To veg or not to veg, that is the question.
Monday, February 15, 2010
It was a very long day. I started out productively, accomplished all sorts of good things. 2/3 classes were released early, thank heaven for predictable slack. Wish I would have some slack cut into my Tuesday/Thursday schedule, which is so unmanageable that it still ranks close to the top of my list of Greatest Fears.
After Leadership Training at Chi Alpha I headed to the music building for tonight's random concert. Maybe I just don't pay enough attention in choir, but it was one of those deals where I discovered this concert during announcements last week and showed up to dress rehearsal asking people what we would be singing.
With THAT record-breaking start, the night only gets better.
I'm definitely NOT on the concert seating chart. They've done this mumble-jumble thing to mix up all the choirs and voice parts, and mumble-jumbled me right out of it. In my own vain view, this makes me quite special.
Special "ED!" Close enough for a cigar to the reader who was already thinking that....I went to la-la land in warm-ups and the folder dropped right out of my arms where it was unthinkingly balanced. Awesome. No one saw....well, yeah they did. My formally unplaced self was plunked right in the front row.
Now we're done with warm-ups, that's a relief. We're squished into this hallway indefinitely, with nothing good to do at all. I'm listening to the music majors around me talk and quickly coming to the conclusion that Music Major + Fraternity - Jesus = Really Big Douche.
As if to reinforce this general hypothesis, some Amazon lady with white blond hair protruding in all directions struts up to interject into this conversation the douches are having. She sets a pick delante de mí. Exactly four inches in front of my nose. Hello, Back-of-Amazon-Woman's-Dress. I wanted to meet you too. Mucho gusto.
Chica over here pipes up in my defense. "Dude, you're completely invading her personal bubble!" Ahhh! The world of Music Majors is not devoid of human beings. The response: "Does it look like it matters what her personal bubble is?" *continues previous conversation with douches*
A rare species indeed.
The second half of the concert was lovely. The first half is forever lost in time as I missed that due to other time-consuming activities including my introduction to Back-Of-Amazon-Woman's-Dress. First half was not even rehearsed at our dress rehearsal. Too bad. The grapevine says the flute soloist was wonderful.
Now we are onstage and I am delightfully surprised to discover we will be gracing the audience with Verdi's Va Pensiero. Excellent! Ha, I kid you. At this point I had known what we would be singing for a whole 24 hours. I was prepared.
In my wide awake, not even thinking about dozing off state (facetiousness), I realize as we stand to sing that I'm gonna get to meet somebody else's back end. Mr. Bass Violin's elbow now lives, you guessed it, exactly four inches in front of my nose. Perfect, one leaning crescendo for emphasis and we take out half the orchestra. As the piece begins, he whispers to me "Am I in your way?"
Not sure if he was seeing the humor in the situation that I was, as I swiftly calculated the possible responses.....
Incidentally, I happened to recognize the nice fellow (recognized him by the back of his elbow, too, aren't I good?). We went to OSAI together. Win. He has, since that time, acquired a beard and misplaced his recollection of me.
I found out that I didn't know the Italian text as well as I thought I did, when presented with greater-than-usual difficulties in looking at the words, namely the violinist's arm slash instrument. I settled for a fixation on the dry cleaning label stapled to the inside of the conductor's tuxedo jacket. Me fascina.
After Leadership Training at Chi Alpha I headed to the music building for tonight's random concert. Maybe I just don't pay enough attention in choir, but it was one of those deals where I discovered this concert during announcements last week and showed up to dress rehearsal asking people what we would be singing.
With THAT record-breaking start, the night only gets better.
I'm definitely NOT on the concert seating chart. They've done this mumble-jumble thing to mix up all the choirs and voice parts, and mumble-jumbled me right out of it. In my own vain view, this makes me quite special.
Special "ED!" Close enough for a cigar to the reader who was already thinking that....I went to la-la land in warm-ups and the folder dropped right out of my arms where it was unthinkingly balanced. Awesome. No one saw....well, yeah they did. My formally unplaced self was plunked right in the front row.
Now we're done with warm-ups, that's a relief. We're squished into this hallway indefinitely, with nothing good to do at all. I'm listening to the music majors around me talk and quickly coming to the conclusion that Music Major + Fraternity - Jesus = Really Big Douche.
As if to reinforce this general hypothesis, some Amazon lady with white blond hair protruding in all directions struts up to interject into this conversation the douches are having. She sets a pick delante de mí. Exactly four inches in front of my nose. Hello, Back-of-Amazon-Woman's-Dress. I wanted to meet you too. Mucho gusto.
Chica over here pipes up in my defense. "Dude, you're completely invading her personal bubble!" Ahhh! The world of Music Majors is not devoid of human beings. The response: "Does it look like it matters what her personal bubble is?" *continues previous conversation with douches*
A rare species indeed.
The second half of the concert was lovely. The first half is forever lost in time as I missed that due to other time-consuming activities including my introduction to Back-Of-Amazon-Woman's-Dress. First half was not even rehearsed at our dress rehearsal. Too bad. The grapevine says the flute soloist was wonderful.
Now we are onstage and I am delightfully surprised to discover we will be gracing the audience with Verdi's Va Pensiero. Excellent! Ha, I kid you. At this point I had known what we would be singing for a whole 24 hours. I was prepared.
In my wide awake, not even thinking about dozing off state (facetiousness), I realize as we stand to sing that I'm gonna get to meet somebody else's back end. Mr. Bass Violin's elbow now lives, you guessed it, exactly four inches in front of my nose. Perfect, one leaning crescendo for emphasis and we take out half the orchestra. As the piece begins, he whispers to me "Am I in your way?"
Not sure if he was seeing the humor in the situation that I was, as I swiftly calculated the possible responses.....
Incidentally, I happened to recognize the nice fellow (recognized him by the back of his elbow, too, aren't I good?). We went to OSAI together. Win. He has, since that time, acquired a beard and misplaced his recollection of me.
I found out that I didn't know the Italian text as well as I thought I did, when presented with greater-than-usual difficulties in looking at the words, namely the violinist's arm slash instrument. I settled for a fixation on the dry cleaning label stapled to the inside of the conductor's tuxedo jacket. Me fascina.
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