Yesterday morning I got in my cold car, refueled, and drove 25 miles so I could play a 30 second piece on the piano. This seems silly, but it was worth 40% of my grade. The prof showed my my score: 26 out of 28. As good as I can hope for, but she docked me for my dynamic expression. Apparently I didn't play Hopak with as much feeling as the piece deserves. When I protested that I did in fact do the accents, she yelled at me and told me not to complain about an A. So I shut up and went home.
And with that, I was done with finals...with the exception of a little voice jury that I skipped due to a nasty cold that turned my head into a vast mucous volcano and my voice into Dylan, circa 2004. The jury hearing is rescheduled for after the holidays, so I had to take an incomplete in that class. My prediction: A's in understanding-based courses, B's in performance-based courses.
But it does feel good to be done. Now I need to get to some things I've been putting off because I was too busy during the semester: bills, cleaning, exercise, bathing, praying, songwriting.
Posted by aokie at December 17, 2004 9:29 AMbraggart.
Posted by: dylan fan at December 17, 2004 2:27 PMsounding like dylan 2004 is nothing to brag about.
Posted by: abe at December 17, 2004 3:41 PMi bet 2004 dylan doesn't bathe, either . . . maybe that's the secret.
Posted by: jeremy at December 20, 2004 9:39 PM