Cool Beans!

By: Monica

Usually when I have too much to write, I put off writing as long as I can. The more time between the events and the writing, the less I want to actually write about them. So, I apologize if this post seems watered down or uneventful. It has been a couple of days. Lately, I've been both busy and lazy. Bad combination. I will post a third of my original post because, well, that's all I have done right now. Sorry, I'm slacking. What can I say? I still have to write an essay for English tonight that I could have done earlier today instead of catching up on my Jersey Shore episodes. The rest will come around the weekend when I have all the time in the world.

Let's start with an evaluation of my professors:

8 AM Music Theory- Ms. Seigido is a graduate student majoring in Composition. Now, I respect anyone who is majoring in composition because it is both tedious and unrewarding. Unless you hit it big, of course. However, "hitting it big" with classical composition in today's society requires you to be a male older than fifty, with a beard and a beer belly. Ms. Seigido is none of those things. Quite on the contrary. She's a petite Cuban twenty year old with short black hair, glasses, a thick cuban accent, and the same 90's bellbottom jeans she wears everyday. Her waist is the size of my thigh. Probably smaller, I'm just trying to make myself feel better about that. I've got to say, I quite like her. She's spunky and odd. I once counted the amount of times she said, "Cool Beans!" in a 50 minute period. The result was 26. Yes, it does get annoying. Along with, "Easy Peasy!" and "Sacrilidge!"

10AM Symphony Orchestra- This is, pretty much, the hardest class I am taking in college. You'd think it was th easiest. If I didn't show up, no one would notice. If I fake played, no one would notice. But the pressure these people put on you and the guilt they shovel onto your soul is painful enough to bear. They have no sympathy. No leniency. But, my conductor is the spitting image of the Beast-- Beethoven. That in itself makes me feel like th most accomplished musician on the face of the planet. And his name is Professor Sleeper. WIN.

2:30 Algebra- I can't say much about this class (since it was my first day) except that I have finally found a class where I rock at math. I know, fate has done the impossible.

8AM Skills Ensemble- Another composition graduate sudent! This guy- Dick Dickinson (his parents must have been horrid) - is a pretty cool guy. You can tell he was the nerd in high school that crushed on girls and locked himself in his room listening to Eric Clapton and playing COD. The poor guy is always a bit nervous at the beginning of class as I can see his hands shaking while he speaks. But, like I said, he's one cool dude.

9:30AM Experiencing Music- This professor. Whoa. She had each of us (40 in all) say our name, our principle instrument, where we are from, and one interesting fact about ourselves. It took the entire class period, but we did it. And, at the end, she went down the row and listed everything each one of us said. She is truly otherworldly. The next time we met, she did it again, even though we were seated differently. I like her as well. A bit of a hippie with greasy hair and a strange outlook on life, but she's interesting and that's what's important. I made the mistake of stating I have color graphimic synesthesia as my interesting fact and she told me that I must one day take the time to explain it to thA class. Apparently more people are aware of what that is than I originally thought. I was not left alone the entire day bcause of the bombardment of comments resembling, "I'm so jealous!", etc. Really guys, it's not that cool if you like math. Readers, if you don't know what it is, go look it up. I'm tired of explaining it.

Continued on Saturday. Yes, I have more classes. A lot more.