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The day has been absurdly manic-depressive. I woke this morning reasonably balanced between fear of a studio class and gleeful anticipation of the weekend. First class of the day, at 9:00, is Music History. This is an interesting enough subject in itself, but it is Medieval to Renaissance music history, and there is still enough of the naive romantic in me to sigh in pleasure at an entire class discussing the origin of Carolingian-Renaissance Gregorian chant in the time of Charlemagne. However, my spirits, which lightened further at the antics of Zach and Stephan in the hourlong gap between history and theory, were shot down for the first time with the advent of theory, in which we learned the concept of a triad. Unfortunately, I cannot pass out of this semester's theory, because I do not know how to write a three-part invention, and that is on the test.
After theory was lunch, during which I ate nothing, because I was taking the test to pass out of Aural Skills. My state returned to manic after I passed it easily (there was sightsinging in the alto clef, how could I not?) and went to rush some lunch from servery into fridge for later. On my way to Latin at 1:00, depression returned with the realization that someone had stolen my tremendously fancy Joy-divested bike off of the Jones South rack, after only two days there. And it was locked.
But then in Latin, we read a story in which there were medieval happenings (which, reminiscent of music history, piqued my interest anyway) and the inhabitants of a disaster-struck German island town saw a fiery shape of a dragon in the sky. Hurrah. This would have been happy anyway, but the intonations and inflections my teacher brings to the driest material are hilarious.
Hopefully the rest of the day will not have such emotional irregularity; I am eating my refrigerated lunch now, I will be dropping Aural Skills via online processing shortly, and I will go off to studio to tell them I must depart for HSPVA. If the pattern is consistent, something terrible will happen before Grant and Seth get here in the evening to make me happy again.
After theory was lunch, during which I ate nothing, because I was taking the test to pass out of Aural Skills. My state returned to manic after I passed it easily (there was sightsinging in the alto clef, how could I not?) and went to rush some lunch from servery into fridge for later. On my way to Latin at 1:00, depression returned with the realization that someone had stolen my tremendously fancy Joy-divested bike off of the Jones South rack, after only two days there. And it was locked.
But then in Latin, we read a story in which there were medieval happenings (which, reminiscent of music history, piqued my interest anyway) and the inhabitants of a disaster-struck German island town saw a fiery shape of a dragon in the sky. Hurrah. This would have been happy anyway, but the intonations and inflections my teacher brings to the driest material are hilarious.
Hopefully the rest of the day will not have such emotional irregularity; I am eating my refrigerated lunch now, I will be dropping Aural Skills via online processing shortly, and I will go off to studio to tell them I must depart for HSPVA. If the pattern is consistent, something terrible will happen before Grant and Seth get here in the evening to make me happy again.
