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Dear Readers,
As of yesterday, my stand-partner didn't exist. Let me explain.
Now, in reality, my stand-partner should exist, but I'm not admitting that she does. Why? She bugs the heck out of me. Here, all violinists are rotated around in their orchestra sections weekly, as it's a great way for us youngin's to gain experience. The standpartner (let us call her Lilo) I have this week is the same as the first week here. This is statistically unlikely, as there are fifty violinists here to be partnered with. One week playing with Lilo was enough, and my annoyance built steadily throughout the week. She (and her friends) did not impress me at the Pops rehearsal and concert over the weekend, they talked, laughed (after the guest conductor asked them not to), and, somewhat more importantly, did not practice. How do I know? She did worse than me at our concert, and that's weird, cause she's crazy good at violin stuff.
At first, I just suffered in silence. Then, I started to complain to quite a few people, including my roommate and teacher.
Tuesday was the last straw. As I dutifully reported, I had stayed up far too late the night before. That, combined with low amounts of food and raging hormones, nearly caused me to forgo my usual peaceful methods of living with a person I dislike. I had to clench my fists in order to not shove her off her chair.
Wednesday my brain started working again, and suddenly I had an Idea: Lilo....doesn't exist. She's not there. Whatever she's doing right now isn't happening. It's a beautiful solution. Genius, even. My life was and is so much better now that this girl doesn't exist. I feel such a sense of relief and power, because I don't have to be affected by something that isn't happening. Also, our concert for the week is tonight, and I won't have to not deal with her ever again. (I know this for a fact, because I requested that I not be placed with her again, and then I learned that the placement people did put us together twice on purpose, but that's another story).
Onto completely different subjects. I read two books in the past four days. Nice, thick novels. The weekend is so very awesome. Now, I just have to send them back before they're due at my home library (I may very well be incorrigible).
I tried to go see Harry Potter 7 on Wednesday night. That did not work. My driver, a counselor here at the school, managed to get us lost on the opposite side of town. We eventually found the theater, but it was too late by then. Really, being the passenger while getting lost is much more enjoyable than being the driver, you can torment the driver about what a horrible navigator he is (I tried not to, honestly, but guilt-inducing statements just pop out of my mouth sometimes).
Finally, there are soccer girls here on the campus for a camp of their own this week. They are dang scary. Young, aggressive, pack-traveling girls are plain intimidating.
Greeny
P.S. I'm totally not ready for this concert. The maestro is a different guy than the first two weeks. That, in addition to the stand-mate situation, was not conducive to practicing. I feel concerned about this, like maybe I should practice despite what the world throws at me. Oh well.
P.P.S. Knitting is stalled. That is all.
As of yesterday, my stand-partner didn't exist. Let me explain.
Now, in reality, my stand-partner should exist, but I'm not admitting that she does. Why? She bugs the heck out of me. Here, all violinists are rotated around in their orchestra sections weekly, as it's a great way for us youngin's to gain experience. The standpartner (let us call her Lilo) I have this week is the same as the first week here. This is statistically unlikely, as there are fifty violinists here to be partnered with. One week playing with Lilo was enough, and my annoyance built steadily throughout the week. She (and her friends) did not impress me at the Pops rehearsal and concert over the weekend, they talked, laughed (after the guest conductor asked them not to), and, somewhat more importantly, did not practice. How do I know? She did worse than me at our concert, and that's weird, cause she's crazy good at violin stuff.
At first, I just suffered in silence. Then, I started to complain to quite a few people, including my roommate and teacher.
Tuesday was the last straw. As I dutifully reported, I had stayed up far too late the night before. That, combined with low amounts of food and raging hormones, nearly caused me to forgo my usual peaceful methods of living with a person I dislike. I had to clench my fists in order to not shove her off her chair.
Wednesday my brain started working again, and suddenly I had an Idea: Lilo....doesn't exist. She's not there. Whatever she's doing right now isn't happening. It's a beautiful solution. Genius, even. My life was and is so much better now that this girl doesn't exist. I feel such a sense of relief and power, because I don't have to be affected by something that isn't happening. Also, our concert for the week is tonight, and I won't have to not deal with her ever again. (I know this for a fact, because I requested that I not be placed with her again, and then I learned that the placement people did put us together twice on purpose, but that's another story).
Onto completely different subjects. I read two books in the past four days. Nice, thick novels. The weekend is so very awesome. Now, I just have to send them back before they're due at my home library (I may very well be incorrigible).
I tried to go see Harry Potter 7 on Wednesday night. That did not work. My driver, a counselor here at the school, managed to get us lost on the opposite side of town. We eventually found the theater, but it was too late by then. Really, being the passenger while getting lost is much more enjoyable than being the driver, you can torment the driver about what a horrible navigator he is (I tried not to, honestly, but guilt-inducing statements just pop out of my mouth sometimes).
Finally, there are soccer girls here on the campus for a camp of their own this week. They are dang scary. Young, aggressive, pack-traveling girls are plain intimidating.
Greeny
P.S. I'm totally not ready for this concert. The maestro is a different guy than the first two weeks. That, in addition to the stand-mate situation, was not conducive to practicing. I feel concerned about this, like maybe I should practice despite what the world throws at me. Oh well.
P.P.S. Knitting is stalled. That is all.
