Thursday, January 20, 2005
Getting fucked isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds...
Okay, that makes day 4 out of 5 that has royally sucked since getting back to Ripon. If it's not one thing, it's another. Sunday was the day I just didn't want to be here. Monday was the registration suckiness and still just not wanting to be here, Tuesday wasn't so bad, Wednesday sucked a lot, and today has royally sucked.
First, I'm ashamed to admit that an alumni of my high school swore in Bush for his second term (of DOOM). Le sigh. Stupid Rehnquist, why'd you have to go and become Chief Justice of the Supreme Court??? I'll count this as one of his darker moments.
But to cheer everyone up even though today we started the 2nd half of another yucky four years, go check out this site: http://www.bushandcheneysuck.com
(I know I had it posted earlier, but I deleted that post, in case people missed it).
Then my lesson ran late (but it wasn't so bad. We didn't play much.), and I got to lunch and found that someone I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally can't stand was in fact sitting at our lunch table. And when I say, I can't stand them, I mean, I cannot stand to sit at a lunch table with someone talking about their fucking dandruff problems while I'm trying to eat. And how they didn't want to go to lab that afternoon because they had to dissect the throat of a cat. Um, yeah. I was eating. And the Commons is bad enough, thank you.
History class wasn't too terrible today, but we spent the last 45 minutes of class listening to Professor Blake ramble on and on about the Reformation, the Puritans, Henry VIII, blah blah blah blah, and how that tied in Colonialism. I didn't listen to anything. Well, I listened, and filed it away under all the things I already knew. So I stared off into space (but it was one of those times where if he had called on me, I could have actually told him everything he had just said), but it was 45 minutes of drone, drone, drone. I'm not sure how any of that tied into Colonialism, but hopefully he's going to mention it next class period. Otherwise I missed it. Whoops.
Okay, but seriously my day didn't take the huge turn into DOOM until 6:00. Yeah. I went down to fucking Rodman to talk to the orchestra director. Yeah. That was fun. Okay, so I lied. I think I would have rather taken sharp sticks and poked my eyes out. I told her the honest truth (okay, minus the fact that I think she sucks, and I left out any phrase starting with 'well mr. alexander did it this way,' and 'mr. alexander was better...'). I told her that I think she completely fucked up with the Schubert symphony (in gentler words, of course). I told her that a lot of us made a lot of mistakes that we shouldn't have made because we weren't used to playing a piece that was a fucking HOUR long. And then she had the fucking audacity to tell me that if I want to hear a perfect performance, I should go see a professional symphony. I had to bite my tongue on MANY levels for that one (enter temptation to say 'well mr alexander...'). Am I just a perfectionist in thinking that maybe I should expect a good performance after working on a piece for, oh, THREE MONTHS???? Am I completely unrealistic? I don't think having a shitty performance is a GOOD LEARNING EXPERIENCE??? You know what it is?? It's a shitty learning experience! It's a learning experience I'd rather not experience! I don't spend three months working on a piece to play a performance worth crap. I'm sorry. And to be told that it's okay, and that it's a learning experience??? Are you out of your fucking mind??? Are you telling me that we have an orchestra conductor that doesn't expect a good performance??? Oh, the things I wanted to say...
So then she was like 'is that your only reason? i want you to be frank with me.' So I took a deep breath, and I was like okay fine. It was a huge slap in the face to not get a concerto since you're handing them out to people now. Explain to me why you gave a concerto to a VOICE student last semester??? What has a voice student ever done for the orchestra??? How does a VOICE STUDENT DESERVE ONE??? I'll answer it for you myself: SHE DOESN'T!!!!!!!!!!! There was NO REASON WHATSOEVER to play Mozart's Fucking Exultate Jubi-fucking-late! (I didn't say this to her in these exact words). So now two of my music major classmates got to perform as a soloist with the orchestra, while I have to fucking accompany them. Accompanying the Mozart was worse than my most horrible nightmare. Actually, I'd say playing in the Mozart WAS my worst nightmare, except it was reality. I mean, christ, we didn't ever practice it. We left it for a month without looking at it, and after we finally practiced it, she told us how much we sucked at it. Hmm. Well after a month of not playing at, what did you expect? This is actually irony right here anyway, since we shouldn't have a perfect performance, so what difference does it make if we sucked??? Hmmm.
So then she went on to tell me that she gave out the second concerto not because they were a senior (or, coincidentally, the concertmaster), but because she wants to try and use them as a tool to try and recruit more string players. LIKE THAT'S GOING TO WORK. BULLSHIT!
I might as well have just told her that since she fucked me over, I'm going to fuck her over right back. Who does she think is going to play principal oboe? I don't like to speak ill of my fellow oboist here, but let's be realistic. SHE CAN'T EVEN PLAY HER OWN PART! WITH ME THERE! How in blue fuck is she going to play principal oboe?
But I have helped out future music majors. I guess I can take pride in that. In the future, she might actually pause to figure out who is actually a senior and a music major, and maybe like, audition for the concertos. 'Cause that wouldn't have been a good idea to start with, being new and all that shit. So I get to help out all the people in the future, but in the meantime, there will be no changes in the program, I get shit for parts, and I get fucked over.
Well fuck that. I didn't spend the last 3.5 years playing principal oboe in the orchestra to get shit for parts with a director I hate in my last semester.