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(noun) An explanation or critical interpretation.
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wTuesday, April 30, 2002 |
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I had to stand in front of two of my teachers today (for whom I have a great deal of respect and admiration) and put one of my biggest weaknesses on display for them in all its unhindered disgrace. NYU does not pay these poor souls enough to listen to me try to sight-sing for 8 minutes. Well, NYU doesn't pay most of my teachers enough, period.
But it was such a bizarre 8 minutes for me because I felt different things on different levels during that time. First, just seeing the both of them there made me feel the urge to burst into an outpouring of thanks since I learned so much under their guidance and with my undergraduate career rapidly drawing to a close, I'm more aware of the many, many incredible things that I've gotten out of the school than ever before.
Second, I was overcome by nervousness, which in this type of situation, I expected, since I always sweat bullets when I'm tested in sight-singing even though I was (almost, kinda) effortlessly belting tunes out moments beforehand while practicing.
Third, I just finished taking my Music History exam about 25 minutes prior to my sight-singing appointment and was still on a rush from (surprisingly) nailing that one.
And fourth I felt really bad for them because I was aware of how horrible I sounded. Not only was my voice extremely shaky, but it was as if all the intervals just fell right out of my head. I mean, I had trouble even hitting a do-re at one point! That was when I knew things were really bad.
I wish we could have met under better circumstances and the three of us could have a nice little chat, but alas, it was not meant to be today.
posted by
Angie at 4:07 PM
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