listening to: jill sobule – rock me to sleep
The verdict is in that I hate driving! Or rather, I hate being driven, specifically if it’s my father doing the driving. In which case I get terribly frustrated at his driving (which includes getting mad at other drivers for like, doing things that he ends up also doing), and also the fact that I generally end up listening to a lot more stuff I don’t feel like listening to than is healthy for a person. I’ve ranted on this before. So, right, I can deal with two hours at a time, but we just drove from Oberlin to Bloomington, and that was, what, maybe 8 hours altogether? And that’s after well…an audition and a previous eight hours in a car. Right, so, stopping complaining happens…now.
I had my final audition this morning, at Oberlin Conservatory. We got there at eight, when they said the Admissions Office should be open, so I could confirm my time, seeing as I never got the official email confirmation and junk. The office was locked, but five minutes of standing brought the assistant admissions person around, confirming that my time had been changed, again, and to 11:45. Great. Well, anyway, there are like seven other cellists auditioning, or so, and we take a theory/aural skill test together. That went pretty well, though I obviously need to work on my harmonic interval identification, seeing as I was unsure about the terminology. After the theory test, I wandered for a while, and then proceeded to warm up in one of their acoustically-excellent practice-rooms. Then I went to audition. I wasn’t too terribly nervous about it, which was nice for a change. Anyway, I go in, and there’s Peter Retjo (and the baroque cello professor, with him), who’s said to have made great cellists cry. But he’s a fairly nice-looking fellow, so I sit down, play my stuff not too brilliantly, and then he interviews me. I was not prepared for any sort of interview, honestly, and considering that it felt like this guy was probing for a right answer, or something, I said some pretty stupid stuff. When he asked what my weakest and strongest points as a cellist were, my answer probably sounded equivalent to “blah blah blah-blah right hand blah blah blah blah-blah, left hand blah-blah-blah technical schmegege”. I felt cool, to say the least. As I was leaving, he gave me a CD of his own playing (with lots of rather weird stuff on it, too…), which I noticed none of the other cellists got. At first, I wondered if that meant they liked me, and he was giving me my first glimpse of his greatness. And then I wondered if it meant too bad, so sad, we’ll never meet again but here’s a parting token of my greatness. Who knows, who cares.
It’s funny, because when I started thinking about college, Oberlin was number one on my list, and I wanted to go there terribly, and now it is last on my list. I don’t want to be there. First of all is the ambiguity in the cello department. They have one full-time teacher since Andor Toth died, and from every person we talked to, every one of them told us things were “up in the air”. That’s bad, I want an actual teacher. Then there’s also the fact that tuition has increased to $38,000 per/year, as opposed to maybe $30,000 from six years ago when my sister was there. Nope, sorry. Then, I also have to consider the fact that I wholy dislike the town/setting. Oberlin is this tiny tiny town, with a downtown consisting of the size of maybe one block of downtown Normal. Everything on the outskirts is Ohio farm, to which I can easily say I prefer Illinois farm. The college community is very very *stressing the very* liberal (not that I’m not more liberal, myself, I’m just not…well…going to devote my being to my political beliefs…), drugs aren’t uncommon, jogging in the evening hours will generally result in containers of alcohol being thrown at you by your neighbors. All the businesses in the downtown area are apparently going belly-up, as my dad put it. In fact, depressing. I don’t mean to sound harsh about it, but this is being blunt and quick about why it’s not exactly my community. I feel strange about saying this because of my sister, and how it seemed right that if she liked it there, I would like it there. Hey, news flash to me, I’m a different person.
Now I’m home sitting w/the bird. Which is rather nice, because I can at least be in a room by myself. I’m kind of depressed at this point, though. The whole trip required a lot of patience, and I think most of it is spent at this point. Patience and energy. In otherwords, it was a rather unpleasant way to end a very unpleasant Spring Break. I’m actually looking forward to going back to school on Monday, which is kind of unsettling.
I think I’ll feel better getting fair amount of sleep, and perhaps a japanifying myself for a time *drops to floor*