Bird Stealing Bread - Iron and Wine
My percussion jury was rough today. I played my prepared pieces well enough, but the sight reading completely pwned me. Eric told me to take piano lessons so I can improve both my sight reading and concert repertoire.
Only two finals now, and one is online. So 5:40 PM Thursday evening marks the end of my semester (if you don't count graduation, that is). The other people in Jazz Ped want to go out for martinis after the final. I probably won't join them, but the possibility is tangible for the first time in my life. It feels weird.
...I hate talking about relationships in terms of "if it had worked."
I want summer to be now so I don't have to worry about school anymore. Then I can just sit in my room with my instruments and have fun.
Only two finals now, and one is online. So 5:40 PM Thursday evening marks the end of my semester (if you don't count graduation, that is). The other people in Jazz Ped want to go out for martinis after the final. I probably won't join them, but the possibility is tangible for the first time in my life. It feels weird.
...I hate talking about relationships in terms of "if it had worked."
I want summer to be now so I don't have to worry about school anymore. Then I can just sit in my room with my instruments and have fun.
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