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Gripe of the day: Don't you just love when you're telling someone about a problem of yours
and the first thing they do is tell you that they had the same kind of problem, only theirs was
much worse. God, that is so annoying.
Anyway, back to the journal entry. So I'm finally all situated at college. I have been for a while actually. People are so unbelievably loyal here. It's like the second coming of christ around here on game days. College is just so different from high school . . . I love it. High school was incredibly inefficient; lots of wasted time. But there's a lot less time wasted here . . . In class that is. I waste plenty of time on my own, of course. My classes are pretty good so far. Nothing terribly hard. Calc 3 seems to be the only thing that requires a lot of studying. My music lessons are going well. I like my piano and bassoon teachers a lot. In studio class (where all the students of one teacher get together and play pieces for each other) yesterday, I heard my teacher play for the first time. It was just beautiful. Of course, I expected him to be a good pianist, but the pieces he chose were just . . . absolutely breathtaking. Especially the Chopin Nocturne in d-flat major. I'm also swimming still. I had stopped during the summer, but I just started again a few days ago. God, it is just so hard to get back into it. But I'm doing alright, I guess. . . . . . . . . . . . . previous next . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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