I was pretty damn sure this semester that I was just stupid. My mind just could not encompass the secrets and overarching themes of music theory, but alas! I may not merely have such a disposition! After last year’s physics fiasco, I’ve decided to be lighter on my teachers rather than…well, a bitch; however, I’ve been much too lenient it seems, only blaming myself for this.
While filling out teacher evaluations last week, it turns out my whole class hates him as a teacher. He tangents to unrelated subjects, provides unclear explanations when questions arise or circumvents them entirely, and does not clear up matters very well, even in office hours (I’ve learned that one first had as well).
So, maybe I’m not so dumb. I’m not blaming this man entirely for my lack of grace, but he definitely didn’t help. Let’s just say, it’s entirely logical for my young mind to say it’s better that “He’s a bad teacher and I’m stupid” rather than “I’m stupid.”
But let me just say this now…
GOODBYE SUMMA CUM LAUDE, IT WAS GREAT TRYING TO STRIVE FOR YOU!!!
…I hope my counselor never sees this. We’re working on me NOT basing my self-worth on grades… oops…
In other news: the last time I left my counselor’s office, he said he was going to Google TVXQ and JYJ.
Oh dear gods, what have I done?
What if he sees “Triangle”?! What if he sees “Ayy Girl”?! What if he sees those awful silver stripper suits from “T” tour?!
Only three cups of coffee in and I understand that I must be depressed, because I am so far gone. My caffeine tolerance should be so much higher than this. Then again, I never ate dinner, and someone *COUGH PPEO COUGH* went to trivia and ate a ton of mac’n cheese without bringing any back for me, and these are some giant ass cups of coffee. Not even the amount of delicious Sudamericano roast I have consumed can quell my hunger either. Out with the ramen! Yes, ramen at midnight and a half. If I’m still hungry, I swear I’m ordering Jimmy John’s. And there is still homework left to complete. Oh, dictation is just my favorite thing to do. And SS/ET is, of course, the most excitingly entertaining class ever! Let’s just all sing everything that was never meant for voice in numbers, then listen to things six times hoping to god that you wrote down that first pitch correctly or you’re screwed, because the rest will be wrong. There is no partial credit for correct intervals in the rest of the dictation if you mess up the first pitch, you know. And that light at the end of the tunnel? There is none, since there is another two semesters of this, but when that sweet day comes…oh yes, I’m going to remove Smartmusic from my computer ever so painfully. Forget about the uninstall file – I will gleefully delete every piece of that program from my hard drive by hand, and deactivate my account with the website. Until then, however, I can only dream of ridding myself of the most irritating subjects in my curriculum. This is not to say I do not understand the value. No, I am not so base. Of course, sight singing and ear training is crucial to a proper music education, yet this should never lead one to believe that I would like these classes. I can hate whatever I like. and very few things indeed can I say I hate, but at this moment, my two core classes fall into this list: theory and SS/ET. Call me a terrible student, even a terrible musician if you will. I am unfazed. If you’d like to note, I have not even included a paragraph space yet – something so far off of my general behavior. Organization remains a priority in life, yet in this manic state of caffeinated insomnia, I care not. I give no fucks. I even lack the appreciation that this temporary mood removes me from the general hypersomnia I have been facing these months.
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Obviously people have seen the constant arguing and fan uprising over the “N7W” cancellation (Allkpop has been spamming it like crazy). No shit, that was a bitch move. Yes, I agree that JYJ is and has been getting cockblocked from television. No, I do not believe that SNSD or f(x) is at fault; they don’t book their own damn shows.
However, what I do not understand is how a professional entity such as a television station cannot create any better explanation of why cancellations exist.
“We received a call on July 15th that SNSD and f(x), who were the initial ambassadors chosen for the program, were eventually able to adjust their schedules for our promotional event.” – KBS
Alright, that could be a legitimate statement, but why did no one seem to know about this beforehand? If those two groups were the initial ambassadors, that means they were confirmed prior to any scheduling conflicts. If so, why was it not publicized? In no time at all after JYJ’s confirmation was the news flocking the internet.
Also, while the performance was cancelled, it seems that KBS has made no ruling about JYJ’s actual position as ambassadors for JeJu island (correct me if I’m wrong). No statement has been issued as to whether or not the group still retains that position or whether that has also been revoked. If it hasn’t, then a performance cancellation is entirely illogical, as a benefit without the “declared official ambassadors” present at the event makes no sense. It’s like trying to watch Sungkyunkwan Scandal without Park Yoochun. Read the rest of this entry
Upon being asked whether or not I understood Jazz, I answered “Ask me in ten years, and I still won’t understand it all.”
The kid that asked me snobbishly laughed and fixed his blazer, yes blazer, saying something along the sentiment of “Of course a girl not rich and privileged like me could understand such a complex matter.”
The only retort I needed to make was:
“You do understand that jazz was created by the lower classes of society, don’t you? I already understand it better than you.”
This is a random memory that just popped in my mind, and I felt the need to share it. No it did not transpire in a Jazz cafe, I just felt the title befitting since I’m listening to jazz and drinking coffee late at night. I have an inkling that this child has never sang nor picked up an instrument in his life, thus making an entirely ignorant statement and yet he’s the one that is allowed into a supposedly higher level of education. I think not. For the most part. Private schools, at least in this area, equals money. Nothing more, nothing less. I bet I’d kick well over half the school population’s asses in any standardized testing, as that’s the only way things seem to be compared anymore.
Sheesh, so much negativity at this early hour of 1:59 AM!