Get your reading glasses on, boys and girls! This is probably one of the longest topics I’ve ever written about whatever. Feel free to stop reading at any time…
I started college junior year two weeks ago…
I’m taking 300 level English and I just finished the book The Turn of the Screw. It’s a pretty good ghost story, but I don’t really like Henry James’s style. I had to spark note through every chapter just to see if I understood it. I’m now reading Jane Austen’s Emma for an annotated bibliography and future essay.
My biology professor is cool. His wife is on her fourth year of med school and because my sister is a biology major in her senior year, he agreed to give sis her email for questions in the medical field. I also got a work study job as a notetaker for biology.
I was supposed to have chior on my first day, but that didn’t happen due to a construction fire in the music conservatory. It’s fine. I’m still a soprano 2. This semester, all our songs are focused on children. The director also wants to take us on a New York trip in May 2019, but I’m choosing not to go due to financial reasons. I do need to go someday. I have a few things on my bucket list that take place in New York City:
- See a Broadway musical
- Spend New Year’s at Time Square
- Go to the Museum of Modern Art to see my favorite piece: Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night
Also, after chior today I was on my way home listening to “Ref” and saw one of the music majors wearing a PTX shirt. Yeah, we’re out there.
I fought my way into one of the most popular classes in the English department: fiction writing. The professor is so cool and funny. Because creative writing is a personal intimate thing, he likes to keep the class small (which is why I had to fight in registration). We’re not even in a classroom. We’re in a seminar room, so instead of a class, it feels more like a writer’s session. I’m reading and writing something dramatic and messed up for homework every day. He’s really pushing us to write out of our comfort zone and we’ve all pretty much laughed about the fact that all our short stories will suck. To graduate with honors, I’m expected to write a thesis my senior year on my English major with a supervised professor in said field. I really want my fiction writing professor. Because I don’t have to make it official until April, I haven’t asked him yet. Mental health wise I just want to focus on his class and by second semester, I will no longer be in it, so I’ll be free to ask him roughly before April.
I started introduction to theatre production in the scenery shop. 5 weeks on learning about tools and building sets. The next 5 weeks I’ll spend in costumes and the last 5 weeks in lighting (I don’t know which comes next yet). Despite being so close to my theatre minor, I’m not really too big on theatre right now. I failed another audition. Show buz is hard and the stars at my school are intimidating. They’re popular, beautiful, talented and I love them.
Outside of school…
I haven’t written any new lyrics in forever and I have Sara Bareilles’s “Love Song” on constant repeat. I’m sorry. I know I talk about Bareilles a lot. That song is my anthem for writer’s block. I always thought it was so amazing how the composition came out of her frustration of writing a single. Every word in that song reminds me to stay true to my style. My fiction professor warned us that as writers, there is a danger to opening ourselves to things. Other than the chorus, my favorite line in “Love Song” has always been the second pre chorus: “Convinced me to please you. Made me think that I need this too. I’m trying to let you hear me as I am”.
Recently I had a dream I walked into a diner and met Bareilles…I think that means sis and I listened to too much Waitress on spotify this summer. My top Bareilles listens this summer and now: “Chasing the Sun”, “Gonna Get Over You”, “Once Upon Another Time”, “Little Black Dress” and also lyrically relatable, “King of Anything”.
Last night I dreamed I saw Kelly Clarkson in concert. She saw me waving in the audience and she waved directly back. At the end, I told her I loved her and she gave me a hug. I also Clarkson binged this summer, especially on old yotube videos of her covering Bareilles’s “Gravity” and Adele’s “Someone Like You”.
So it’s labor day weekend and I’m doing homework and going up to see sis on Sunday.
If you’re still here, Congratulations!!! You made it to the end of Kyra’s rambling!!!