I submitted 2 proposals to Kent State, which are the two previous posts. Jesse also submitted a paper proposal. I like his better than mine, because it's more concrete and I like knowing what action to take. I think our papers might go well together, actually. Here's how to do it. Here's how to keep Nike from stealing it. ("The revolution will not be televised. Buy this sweatshop shoe.")
I have a final exam in conducting on monday. I'm d00med. alas. But then, I just have a few more days of class and two concert and I'm done. Except for the million more concerts I must record. Speaking of concerts, I played tuba last night for an hour and got paid $10. w00t. I think that's a living wage in CT. Except that there's no way in hell i could play tuba for 8 hours a day in performance and i don't think anybody would want me to. Actually, I'm not in it for the money, which I was surprised by. My plan to blow it all on Krispy Kremes was thrawrted. I've turned into a New Englander insofar as like donuts goes. But I think I liked them before. I used to go to Colonial Donuts in Oakland. You can tell they're colonial pecause the powdered sugar donuts are opressing the chocolate donuts
As I was falling into a sweet, blissful, i'm-so-tired sleep last night, I decided that I'm currently the happiest I've been since my undergrad days. I clearly like school a lot. I deal with what I'm interested in. I get a lot of creative freedom. People care about what I'm doing. I get instutional support. I can spend all day thinking about whatever issue is currently on my mind and transform it into music somehow. I spend so little time goofing off. Well, I think I'm goofing off, but then whatever I'm goofing off doing turns into something. Sometimes a bit slower than it should, but whatever.