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Friday, December 17, 2004


You know, today could have been a really good day ...
I got a decent amount of sleep for once, it was snowing beautifully when I went out to the bus at 7, and that's about where it stopped being really good.

The snow was all over the roads, and since it had just started, there was nothing anyone could do. So, the bus ride took forever because of the traffic that resulted from all the accidents and the slow driving that goes along with snow.

I was sorely disappointed when, arriving at school late and being the only person in my class to do so (and without my homework no less, because I didn't get to school early, and so never got it done), the snow was over. By 10:30, it would be all gone, except the nasty black ice.

Well, last night, I was wicked busy finishing off various essays and such, so I never did get around to working "Profanation" for band. Too bad for me, since I really sucked today as a result.

It was ridiculous! I could play the run just fine before rehearsal began, I could play it just fine when the director asked me to play it for him to make sure I was getting it, but as soon as I had to play it in context, I couldn't! I mean, sure, it was really exposed, and the girl I follow with the line is so much better, but it's even more exposed just playing it alone, and I could do that.

I just really, really choked ... and I've been kicking myself for it since.

Why am I still kicking myself? Because choking there got me so anxious, I choked again.

In English, my recitation to make sure I had my lines memorized for the dramatic presentation on Tuesday?

Right before it, I remembered how nicely I'd screwed it when asked to perform for others just a few hours before. Well, I did a nice breathing exercise to calm down, got up, said the first five lines, and then just stopped.

It was ridiculous! I could rattle the whole stupid thing off just moments before.

Ever the optimist, I find bright sides. My band issue perked up a friend who was feeling cruddy about herself. I stayed in character and came up with the next line after a more-than-dramatic pause, so I wasn't too penalized. I now have my other trouble spots in "Profanation" up to 175 bpm. My C#s are in tune.

And, most importantly, in my moment or 20 or failure, I did not rattle off the first Shakespeare that came to mind ... the only Shakespeare I know by heart no matter what.

Because, as impressive still remembering the ending speech of A Midsummer Night's Dream after 3 years may be for one who can only remember things put to music, I doubt that would have saved my grade.

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