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I'm a dork, but I love Theory class this semester. I don't know how one can not, with Brandt teaching. I look forward to the lectures, and the homework, though time-consuming, is actually interesting to me (note that this does not prevent my procrastinating it until the night before). I love all the pieces we're analyzing so far, and even if that doesn't continue to be true, I bet it'll still be fun just because I like to understand how things are put together.
Ling this afternoon was surprisingly comprehensible to me. I had a few lapses of concentration during the discussion because I'd spent the hour before rereading the assignment and falling asleep, but that class is mental floss for me. I don't usually enjoy jumping into the deep end on a subject of which I don't have at least a basic mastery, but trying to find points to argue or defend is good exercise for my oft-neglected intellectual capacity. It's good for me. I don't want to be just a dumb singer. I hate that, and I feel like I've been slipping more and more in that direction as a voice major, despite distributions. I need a second concentration to maintain my actual self, let alone my self-respect.
I called Alan back after Ling (he called during rehearsal last night and there was a lot to catch up on). Once again, friends make better psychiatrists than strangers. For the record also, despite the fact that his is one of the voices I could listen to for days without trying to comprehend, I'm always very careful to pay attention to what he's saying when he calls. Maybe it's because it's a phone. Nah, I listened to him when we talked in person, too :)
At the end of the call I had to crash. I can get interrupted sleep patterns and function, but then I have to finish what I interrupted, and though late-night Chapultepec was entirely what I needed last night, it required a nap this afternoon. There was no Debussy, but lots of Rachmaninoff. Which is entirely fine with me.
( cut for those tired of hearing about the show )
Ling this afternoon was surprisingly comprehensible to me. I had a few lapses of concentration during the discussion because I'd spent the hour before rereading the assignment and falling asleep, but that class is mental floss for me. I don't usually enjoy jumping into the deep end on a subject of which I don't have at least a basic mastery, but trying to find points to argue or defend is good exercise for my oft-neglected intellectual capacity. It's good for me. I don't want to be just a dumb singer. I hate that, and I feel like I've been slipping more and more in that direction as a voice major, despite distributions. I need a second concentration to maintain my actual self, let alone my self-respect.
I called Alan back after Ling (he called during rehearsal last night and there was a lot to catch up on). Once again, friends make better psychiatrists than strangers. For the record also, despite the fact that his is one of the voices I could listen to for days without trying to comprehend, I'm always very careful to pay attention to what he's saying when he calls. Maybe it's because it's a phone. Nah, I listened to him when we talked in person, too :)
At the end of the call I had to crash. I can get interrupted sleep patterns and function, but then I have to finish what I interrupted, and though late-night Chapultepec was entirely what I needed last night, it required a nap this afternoon. There was no Debussy, but lots of Rachmaninoff. Which is entirely fine with me.
( cut for those tired of hearing about the show )
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