Right now, I am listening to a recording of my orchestra play a song composed by a New Zealander. The piece is unequivocally beautiful and I cannot help but listening to it again and again. The piece is so melodic and played with a lot of expression, which my orchestra can do perfectly well.
I am happy to be part of the Lehigh Philharmonic, the first time an orchestra that I have been part of has actually cared: they have practiced and came to practices. It makes me cry with joy that it has taken about six years of cello playing to finally be part of a group so amazing, inspiring, and dedicated. The feeling is impeccably grand.
College, for the most part, is going well. I am doing fine in my classes and I am still eager to learn some more. However, I do not care about Political Science. I wanted to major in Political Science because I thought politics was interesting, and plus, the majority of journalists undertook it as their major when they were in college. So I thought, "Why the hell not?" In actuality, in taking the class "American Political Systems", I started to hate anything political. The class was really boring and it did not really deal with the American political system at all. Maybe it was just the teacher.
Don't get me wrong, he is a nice guy, but he does not make the list of best professors I had. However, his willingness to help students is an excellent quality he beholds. Though, in the subject matter, it doesn't phase me at all. In addition, the majority of our class was to read the Washington Post: Weekly Edition. We quizzes on them every Wednesday and they are only ten questions. 40 pages, 10 questions. Kind of stupid.
I realized throughout the course, knowing the complete ins and outs of politics will not really help me in my lifetime, maybe except briefly when I have to vote. Other than that, the in depth look of politics will not impact my life as much as writing obviously does.
At least I have that settled down. Though, I have to be honest, I am majoring in music only because of the free music lessons. As a music major, you get three lessons, other than your main instrument (which, in this case for me is cello). If I am not majoring in Music, I would have to pay for lessons which cost around $380. If I was a Vanderbilt, then I would probably minor in music. But in this case, being as poor as I am, I want lessons, therefore I major in music too. Bad way of thinking quite honestly.
On Friday, October 16 and Saturday, October 17, we had our first concerts of the year. In all honesty, it was beautiful. I was so happy to see many of my friends to support me, especially during the Saturday concert. Apparently, the free tickets were for the other side of the concert hall. I told the lady that I wanted tickets near stage left (where the cellos were situated).
However, the lady put them on the other side, so I saw my friends on the opposite side of the stage. Thankfully, there were a perfect number of seats vacant for my buddies to move near the cello section. The house lights were dimming just as they all moved to the other side. It was hilarious considering it was a group of teenagers moving all together right smack in the front row. My stand-partner David and I were laughing hysterically as they all shifted to the other side.
Although for a few parts in the Tchaikovsky piece, I was not sure exactly what I was playing. I knew the rhythms though I was not sure if my intonation was perfect. At least my bowings, for the most part was correct. As a string player going to many concerts, the audience can notice the bowing of the string players as opposed to if sound came out of the instrument or not.
Hopefully for the next concert, I will make sure that I hit the majority of the notes. I really do need to practice more. And yay, practice in about 16 hours!!! I'm a bit nervous for practice tonight though. Our director Eugene emailed the orchestra stating that he will be moving a lot of the string players as far as seating goes. I was a bit anxious to see where I was placed, so I called Eugene. I expressed that David and I are a great team and that I like to sit on the outside. I'm pretty content with where we all sit, as far as cellos go. We seem to have no problems actually. It's really harmonious.
As the clock nearly reaches 3am, I am about to fall asleep. My nails are getting longer. That means I have no time to do anything anymore. Which also translates to the fact that I hardly have time for myself. Long nails freak me out.
