Free Verse

Sitting against the wall,
Watching the other couples dance.
She’s the definition of a wall flower,
No one takes a second look.

Romance movies make her happy,
In a very sad sort of way.
Watching fireworks alone,
Eating ice cream by herself,
Her sole company is her imagination.
People may think she is alone,
But in her head the seat across from her is occupied.
She hears about people getting together,
She reads about people breaking up,
Whispered words that spark jealousy,
Fights she doesn’t understand,
About stupid things,
That seem trivial and unimportant.

Too independent for her own good,
All she wants are fingers laced through hers,
And strong arms around her waist.
A hopeless romantic to the last.

A small voice constantly reminds her,
That there is someone out there waiting.
But she wishes other people would stop telling her so.
She’s tired of the sympathetic looks,
The quiet nights alone,
And the books with the happy endings.
She wants the guy to get the girl,
But the fiction drags on,
And creates a reverse frustration.
Reality makes her cynical,
And she laughs at the world as she spreads her sarcasm,
Hiding inside are the echoes of her loneliness.

It’s the curse of a small school.
The fact that everyone else,
Seems to be anything but interested.
And the few who were, were wrong.

Despite her loneliness,
She puts on a brave face,
And listens to Snow White’s lyric hope,
And emulates Belle’s want for something grand.
Someday she’ll have what she dreams about,
And she’ll find her better half,
But the time it takes to get there,
Is the struggle she must win.
Because alone, is alone.
Not Alive.



(c) S. Schnoebelen

Frustrating things...

I hate conducting more than any other class I have taken to date. I'm so tired of being told how terrible I am at it, and doing all the stupid busy-work that is incredibly irrelevant to actually LEARNING to conduct. I'm also tired of hearing the professor talking as if orchestra will be the only thing we'll ever conduct in our lives, and telling the band how we should play our instruments, when some of us have been playing them for almost ten years. And I don't care WHAT the professor says... Some of the "techniques" that she is having us learn I have NEVER seen. EVER. So I don't see why learning them is important.

It's getting really hard to "play the game" to try and make it through this class. I hate it so much! It feels like it's only a matter of time before I loose my temper. I just sit there and stew. I cannot wait for this semester to be over! (Have I mentioned that the professor looks like the crypt keeper?)

I'd rather take my IS 101 Code and Code Breaking class over. And that's saying something!


Oh, and evidentially my laptop is slowly dying. So I should start putting away money to buy a new computer as well. Great.

Off to Christmas with Wartburg rehearsal... :-P

Junior Recital

My junior recital went really well. I mean, I'm often my worst critic, and there are definitely parts that I wish I could have played better. But wow. It feels good to be done, and it was really exciting to perform for people after working so hard! I did my recital with my suitemate Rachel V. who did brilliantly too! She's a mezzo-soprano and sang some pretty amazing pieces! :-)

And it's over and I survived!

Here's a picture. Lourey did my hair and I learned how to put on eyeshadow. lol...


















Me and my roommate Leah, who was also my accompanist.




















These are all the flowers we have in our suite... Leah still has a bouquet left from her recital, Rachel V. and Lourey both got flowers for being in the fall play, and Rachel and I got flowers for our junior recital. They really aren't ALL sitting on the counter of our bathroom, they're spread out around the suite. It's pretty much like a small floral shop. :-)



















This is an overhead shot.



Last night in celebration of being done, Lourey, Rachels V. and D. and I went and saw Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium and then went to IHOP for dinner. The movie was absolutely BRILLIANT! We all loved it! I would love to see it again! It was so spectacular! :-D

Now, off to do homework!

8:00

I have my junior recital tonight.

It is going to be amazing.

I'm a bundle of nerves.

But it is going to be amazing. :-)

That's not my heartbeat... It's the bass from the boys downstairs...

To the Boys Downstairs,

I haven't asked you to turn your music down yet, but I've been forced to listen to it since 7 pm. You have it so loud that it is shaking the floor of my entire suite.

I just feel that you should know that nature is on my side... If you keep listening to your music the way you have, you won't be able to listen to it much longer. Either you will loose your hearing, or I am going hire some big, burly man to restring your speakers through YOUR FREAKIN' EARS!

No love.

Me

History Test indunced PTSD...

I had a music history test today... It went something like this:

Test: Hello! I am here to test your knowledge of Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven!
My Brain: What? Who are they?

The test included a hand written essay worth 25 points. (And to give you an idea of how the test is weighted... If you got all the QUESTIONS, which numbered about 75 total, and analyzed the sonata example correctly, but didn't do the essay, you could scape by with a C+.) the essay was about Haydn's symphonies and string quartets, and Mozart's Operas and solo concerti and how both composers influenced those genres to what we know them today. And you were to provide lots of examples. I cranked out about 2.5 single-spaced pages in about 20 minutes. I think it's some of the crappiest stuff I've ever written. I just didn't have time! It was insane. Everyone left that classroom looking shell-shocked.

This is what Rachel V. said afterwards about trying to write the essay. "My hand cramped up! It made me start to write in like, lines, dots, and check marks! It was like I was suddenly writing in Wingdings!" It made me laugh and I feel that statement is an adequate representation of the test.

Oh well... It's over. Now I just have two vocal analysis to do and write a paper on Beethoven's Eroica Symphony.

The funny thing is, that everyone in the class thinks that I'm brilliant at music history, because I can answer and remember a lot of random things about the stuff we discuss in class... But all I do is read the chapters....

My recital with Rachel V. is a week from today! 8 pm in the Orchestra Hall! People who read this should come!

Gunpowder, Treason and Plot...

I blogged about Guy Fawkes night long before it was considered "cool."

That's because I learned about Bonfire Night through researching Harry Potter. :-)


...I wish my suitemates and I had time to burn something. Like a textbook... That could be cool!