Dear Potential Readership of Some,
Hi, my name and address are as follows: just kidding.
Here's what you should know: once upon a time I was born, and then I entered the public school system, in sixth grade I joined band, right now I write for the school newspaper (Editor-in-Chief), and I have one semester left before I graduate.
Oh, also, I'm working on college apps right now. And the window is open, so I'm kind of cold. But not super cold because I'm wearing tights.
In the next month I have four super important auditions (three for colleges, one for a concerto competition). So, I'm a little bit in freak out mode, mostly because the only thing I've practiced since last May is the first movement of the Mozart Oboe Concerto, and all of a sudden I realized I need to learn three new pieces. Well, not new, but I haven't played them for a v. v. v.* long time.
I'm also attempting to write the most beautiful eloquent college application essay that manages to display all my individuality while not being overly weird. So far I've written a gruesome repetitive excuse for 500 words that explains why I love Frankie Landau Banks and why she is my hero, one fake essay about why I'm an accomplished oboe player, one real essay about why I'm an accomplished oboe player, and right now I'm halfway through a newspaper article about myself (halfway- because I decided to start a blog in the middle).
To wrap matters up, my Mother is making turkey for dinner, which is extremely random (I know, it's Christmas, but we're not Christian and don't celebrate Christmas and usually don't cook whole turkeys out of the blue). And I should probably get back to the dreariness that is my way into not being a bum next year.
*v. as an abbreviation for very is kind of my new favorite thing.
Hi, my name and address are as follows: just kidding.
Here's what you should know: once upon a time I was born, and then I entered the public school system, in sixth grade I joined band, right now I write for the school newspaper (Editor-in-Chief), and I have one semester left before I graduate.
Oh, also, I'm working on college apps right now. And the window is open, so I'm kind of cold. But not super cold because I'm wearing tights.
In the next month I have four super important auditions (three for colleges, one for a concerto competition). So, I'm a little bit in freak out mode, mostly because the only thing I've practiced since last May is the first movement of the Mozart Oboe Concerto, and all of a sudden I realized I need to learn three new pieces. Well, not new, but I haven't played them for a v. v. v.* long time.
I'm also attempting to write the most beautiful eloquent college application essay that manages to display all my individuality while not being overly weird. So far I've written a gruesome repetitive excuse for 500 words that explains why I love Frankie Landau Banks and why she is my hero, one fake essay about why I'm an accomplished oboe player, one real essay about why I'm an accomplished oboe player, and right now I'm halfway through a newspaper article about myself (halfway- because I decided to start a blog in the middle).
To wrap matters up, my Mother is making turkey for dinner, which is extremely random (I know, it's Christmas, but we're not Christian and don't celebrate Christmas and usually don't cook whole turkeys out of the blue). And I should probably get back to the dreariness that is my way into not being a bum next year.
*v. as an abbreviation for very is kind of my new favorite thing.
