warning to prospective college students: never go to a small school if you dont know what you want to do with your life.
warning to prospective music majors: never go to a school whose music department hosts a jazz band worse than the one you played in at your respective middle school.
the worst thing is, i know that im getting trapped.
i HATE hating this place...
i sound like a helium balloon when you release it across a room.
this is so disappointing - i wake up, the day after i get back to school, and i cant speak. at all. ive been mute for 2 straight days now, and i hate it. the only reason i was excited about coming back to school was to get to sing in chorale again. because i love it - i am one of 60 voices, soprano to bass, age 18 to 68. were amazing, singing together. those 3 hours, every monday night, are the 3 hours of my week when i am the most at peace with myself.
classes have been just as frustrating - i have things to say, opinions to make - but i cant. i sit there in class, dilligently taking notes, only able to nod yes or no to rhetorical questions the professor poses to the class.
i would scream, if i could, right now.