: Finally we're back in business!
Lawks, that outage was more than long enough.
Three exams done, I've no idea how well I've done in them and that uncertainty is the worst thing. Two of them have been blatantly simplified - one being reduced to covering just 40% of the course in the essay choices and announcing this in advance thus meaning 60% of the course was for nearly nothing (in fairness, it was the final part of the course, the areas that weren't covered in any possible coursework essay), the other has already been mentioned. Great, that means I'll scale down my marks dramatically regardless of what they are and then judge on those marks.
My self-esteem crisis seems to be threatening to plumb new depths. Enthusiasm seems to be entirely confined to my radio and my writing. Dreams of a career in radio are suddenly starting to grow quite significantly; the pipedream of sports commentary may fall foul of my sensory difficulties, alas. I genuinely am starting to wonder if this university lark is worth it. That, twelve months ago, was about as unthinkable as a Division VI (S) side leading away from home to one of the four elite teams in the country. (Oh.)
Last exam Monday morning. Then it's a week off, during which time I am going to be frantically composing. Probably with specific goals from time to time - might help. And here's one, given my long-term goal; writing a series of melodies of possibly varying duration, which could be used as recurring motifs for the musical. And perhaps then find ways to string them together.
To tie these two threads together; I can only judge from the songs, for I have not seen the show, but from that alone I can fairly safely judge that I relate to Elphaba more than any other character in any form of fiction I have ever encountered. Granted, that's not a huge amount of competition, but the bar has been set very high indeed. I can't put it any better than I did to NI in electronic communication last week, so I shan't try:
I've gone from realising I have a certain talent and could and should use it (
Of course, the omissions are interesting enough in themselves. I don't think I've acquired the malevolent streak implied in
It is very rare for me to cry. Listening to Idina Menzel as Elphaba does the trick at least every other time. There was no choral rehearsal tonight, so it'll be another week before I discover if actually singing
Lawks, that outage was more than long enough.
Three exams done, I've no idea how well I've done in them and that uncertainty is the worst thing. Two of them have been blatantly simplified - one being reduced to covering just 40% of the course in the essay choices and announcing this in advance thus meaning 60% of the course was for nearly nothing (in fairness, it was the final part of the course, the areas that weren't covered in any possible coursework essay), the other has already been mentioned. Great, that means I'll scale down my marks dramatically regardless of what they are and then judge on those marks.
My self-esteem crisis seems to be threatening to plumb new depths. Enthusiasm seems to be entirely confined to my radio and my writing. Dreams of a career in radio are suddenly starting to grow quite significantly; the pipedream of sports commentary may fall foul of my sensory difficulties, alas. I genuinely am starting to wonder if this university lark is worth it. That, twelve months ago, was about as unthinkable as a Division VI (S) side leading away from home to one of the four elite teams in the country. (Oh.)
Last exam Monday morning. Then it's a week off, during which time I am going to be frantically composing. Probably with specific goals from time to time - might help. And here's one, given my long-term goal; writing a series of melodies of possibly varying duration, which could be used as recurring motifs for the musical. And perhaps then find ways to string them together.
To tie these two threads together; I can only judge from the songs, for I have not seen the show, but from that alone I can fairly safely judge that I relate to Elphaba more than any other character in any form of fiction I have ever encountered. Granted, that's not a huge amount of competition, but the bar has been set very high indeed. I can't put it any better than I did to NI in electronic communication last week, so I shan't try:
I've gone from realising I have a certain talent and could and should use it (
The Wizard and I), having to fight and fight against my well-meaning but constraining family to get my chance (
Defying Gravity), being overwhelmed when it actually happened (
Thank Goodness), then falling apart and now finally realising maybe I'm not who I thought I was (
For Good).
Of course, the omissions are interesting enough in themselves. I don't think I've acquired the malevolent streak implied in
No Good Deed(yet...), and I will never acquire the desire implied in
As Long As You're Mine. But the more general character arc - of a successful fight for freedom gone somewhat awry - is resonating like no other story I've ever encountered.
It is very rare for me to cry. Listening to Idina Menzel as Elphaba does the trick at least every other time. There was no choral rehearsal tonight, so it'll be another week before I discover if actually singing
For Goodin a choir retains its 100% record of making me cry...