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Tuesday, September 18, 2007


I want to throttle my orchestration professor.

I mean, he's cool and all, and a decent teacher, but goddamn, this was the homework for this week. Keep in mind that I am in no way hurting for things to do.

"Due Tuesday, Sept. 18
1. String project reading session: bring three revised scores and a set of parts to class.
2. Wind project. [Bring to class – digital and printed] Compose an original work in any style, approximately 2 minutes in length scored for flute, oboe, clarinet and bassoon."

ARGH! Having never written anything for winds before, writing the second project tonight was like pooping a pineapple. In a hurry.

So, yes, in case you were wondering, school is driving me nuts. I've probably bitten off more than I can chew with twenty credits, and I've embarked on a ridiculously ambitious composition project for the semester - I'm writing a cantata based on the senate judiciary hearings of Alberto Gonzales. Come on, if you had an idea like that, you'd sacrifice sleep and sanity to follow through as well. The only question in my mind is whether to call it Gonzales! The Cantata or stick to something more straight. I spent my first semester weekend cutting an 11-page libretto out of 240 pages of transcript from two separate hearings and his resignation speech. That's probably at least partly why I'm scrambling to catch up in every other aspect of my college life. Don't even ask me about practicing the cello.

The highpoint of my excessive workload is a 5-page essay assignment defending the authenticity of a modern-day rock protest musician. I will give you one guess which musician I picked. In fact, I give you no guesses; you ought to know.

The worst thing about all this is I love it. School is killing me, and giving me murderous thoughts, but I fucking love it. School is crack. I would make a pun here about school shootings, but add that to the faux death-threat at the beginning of this blog entry, and I'd probably be dragged off to a loony bin tomorrow. Just so everyone knows, I'm not thinking at all of pulling a Columbine. Hell, I even think the Second Amendment should be repealed.

I need sleeeep.
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