So... I have been gone for awhile. Things have happened. In this order: 1. Found out my aunt had cancer (for lack of a better word, this is BAD). 2. Found out I was going on a road trip with my sister, and then visiting family, will be gone for three weeks (excited, but also upset about missing music lessons). 3. Found out I made the President's Honor list, which surprised me slightly, not because of my grade point average, which is perfect, but because I thought I had to wait another semester to get on the list. So that brightened my attitude a little. 4. My friend died. This put me in the worst mood I've been in, in a long time. So with all the excitement, and bad news, I haven't really felt up to blogging. My mind has been distracted to say the least. But now I feel like talking, and blogging is an easy substitute.
I miss my teachers more than someone normally should. I miss going to the classical, serious, music shows. I feel out of my element. I miss the rush of finishing an particularly hard essay, or an easy one for that matter. I've stayed in touch with some of my friends from college, but I have found they are not that "academic" when away from college. I think I've reached a new level of snobby.
I've devoted all my time to music practice (which today is lacking because I bruised my wrist), SAT prep, and reading Atlas Shrugged (which I've decided is on my "Top Five Books" list). The thought of the SAT, and the two SAT subject tests I have to take, is unnerving me a bit. I know I will do fine on all three tests, but anxiety often fails to reason with knowledge. Moreover, I don't know what I'll do if I don't get excepted to the Universities I want to transfer too. My life is academia.
The music part of all this seems to be going fairly well. I am making good progress on my pieces. My performance on the violin is better, to my own ear and to others. My piano playing is also better, but I am more bothered by it because this is the instrument which I will audition on for transferring purposes. I have been getting quite friendly with my metronome, which I have always hated... with a passion. I no longer fight with it, and I am progressively getting better at listening to it and concentrating on my fingering at the same time. Though, the other night I had one of those moments where you're not sure whether your hearing the notes and the ticking of the metronome at the same time or not--a completely "zoned out" moment so to speak. For the record, it was time to go to bed.
I also have a list of things I need to do at the college once the semester starts, such as start the music club, join the honors program, join the honors society, and see a transfer councilor. All of this can be more time consuming that needed.
I wish I could invent time.
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