Musical Truths

I GOT AN A+ IN MUSIC HISTORY!!!! WUT?!

Also…STRAIGHT A’S 4.0 BITCHEZZZZ

I am a little bit obsessed with getting the highest grade in music history. Not that it was going to be that difficult seeing as the class started with 20 people and there were only seven taking the final.

I can’t stop hitting refresh!

Nap.

Then clean.

Then find an apartment for next year.

I’m probably going to just get Chinese food and watch the six weeks of housewives I’m behind on…

I had a dream about Pärt last night. I must be ready for this test…

I love when I’m walking down the halls and I hear people bitching about being bored by/failing core classes because “they don’t pertain to me or my major/what I want to be doing.”

I’m pretty sure they’re called core classes for a reason. If they don’t pertain to what you want to do in the future, then you have clearly missed the point and should probably find something else to do with your life.

I have already started looking for apartments in Cincinnati. There is no need to ask where I am going anymore :)

LASSTTTT DAYYYYY!! Last day of undergrad classessss! LAST.DAY.

This department lets some of the most outrageous and blatant favoritism happen…I cannot. Some of these teachers are so shameless.

I told three teachers/administrators that I got into CCM today, and they all replied with “well, we have a really great grad from UM coming,” as if I’m supposed to a) give a shit and b) believe them, because this grad apparently doesn’t have a name (unless it’s ‘amazing grad student from UM’), and she hasn’t stepped foot in this building, so even if she comes here, she’ll be gone in a year, tops, because U of M»»»»»>this shit show.
Oh! And I also got the response “well, we are begging asshole clarinet to stay here and play next year, but we will really miss you.” Gag. After the majority of the teachers spent the whole year thinking that the solos that I played in groups was actually him. Fuck this place.

And how rude. I’ve bent over backward, cleaned up people’s messes, dealt with their bs, practiced for hours, and never messed up, ALWAYS showed up, and that is the thanks I get.

They did the same thing to the boo last year, telling him about all of the amazing oboes that were coming in next year, and the awesome grad. Still waiting on that one.

ONE WEEK. BYE ASSHOLES!

Boy. I sure do love coming to school hours before I needed to to rehearse with assholes who couldn’t get their shit together/never came to class yesterday.

I also REALLY love how no one has shown up yet. I’ve been here for an hour. Good thing our class recital is tomorrow and I’m the only instrumentalist.

I was already promised an A, so I’m only annoyed about having to leave my warm bed and the boo.

It really needs to be Friday. I cannot with anymore of these people.