: Things must be bad
Picked up an essay mark from Politics this week. It was a 75, equating to an unequivocal first.
I nearly tore the feedback form up and treated it as untrustworthy.
Meanwhile, I still continue to struggle in Economics, and continue to assume that because this course is based in objective reality (with right and wrong), and Politics isn't, the former represents my true ability, the marks in the latter are merely acts of charity that will not go unresented.
Which leads me on to my next point. The musical is in early planning stages, very definitely on, and, well, if I get nothing more than three songs that work out of context then I'll not be massively disappointed and I'll try again in the 2010s. I'm planning out characters and their ranges at this point, deliberately ensuring that they are both relatively manageable (I'm taking Elphaba's two octaves + a major second as an upper bound) and spread out, rather than having nothing but tenors and high baritones amongst the male voices.
Two public performances of my creative work in successive weekends to come - the play next Friday and Saturday, the song for the choral concert on Eurovision night - might ease my Lyndsay-directed jealousy a little. Only a little. Until then, there's tomorrow's choral rehearsal (note-to-self: earlier time, 1800), my first chance to see Lyndsay since Wednesday night. The use of male voices will be mentioned in a conversation with her, and I shall save any blog post on the issue until I have heard Lyndsay's contribution, for it is certain to be worthwhile.
Picked up an essay mark from Politics this week. It was a 75, equating to an unequivocal first.
I nearly tore the feedback form up and treated it as untrustworthy.
Meanwhile, I still continue to struggle in Economics, and continue to assume that because this course is based in objective reality (with right and wrong), and Politics isn't, the former represents my true ability, the marks in the latter are merely acts of charity that will not go unresented.
Which leads me on to my next point. The musical is in early planning stages, very definitely on, and, well, if I get nothing more than three songs that work out of context then I'll not be massively disappointed and I'll try again in the 2010s. I'm planning out characters and their ranges at this point, deliberately ensuring that they are both relatively manageable (I'm taking Elphaba's two octaves + a major second as an upper bound) and spread out, rather than having nothing but tenors and high baritones amongst the male voices.
Two public performances of my creative work in successive weekends to come - the play next Friday and Saturday, the song for the choral concert on Eurovision night - might ease my Lyndsay-directed jealousy a little. Only a little. Until then, there's tomorrow's choral rehearsal (note-to-self: earlier time, 1800), my first chance to see Lyndsay since Wednesday night. The use of male voices will be mentioned in a conversation with her, and I shall save any blog post on the issue until I have heard Lyndsay's contribution, for it is certain to be worthwhile.
Music: Vangelis - Anthem 2002