listening to: sigur ros – ágætis byrjun
Aaah. I keep trying to blog. And then I keep not being able to. But aaack, so much to blog about. Okay. I’ll start from Tuesday.
Tuesday was a day that just did not want to stop improving. First of all, the room-mate did not spend Monday night/Tuesday morning in the room. No random cell-phones ringing between 1 and 4am. Aaa. Sleep.
Tuesday means Aural Skills. Which means my favoritest person in the world, Luke, gets to be my music-theory TA for a full 50 minutes. Also a good way to start of my Tuesdays.
Talking to Jamie, I learn that I will be visited by she and Megan on Thursday. This obviously makes me several varieties of excited and happy (I will detail the actual event in a later entry).
Later, I had to go talk to a Japanese TA about the fact that I do not yet own a workbook. I realized beforehand that this ought to occur in Japanese, of course. What I did was think about exactly what I wanted to say before having to say it, which made things easy for me. So I discussed the photocopying/ordering of my Japanese books with one of my TAs, completely in Japanese. Maybe people don’t understand that even if I’m good at listening/reading Japanese, I’m terrified at speaking it. So the fact that I managed to speak well to a TA with just having thought about what I was going to say beforehand made me practically giddy.
Back at the music building, a good hour before chamber orchestra started, I was walking up the stairs to the second floor, where I walked past one of the conducting students, John. I have amazing amounts of respect for John, because he’s basically done something akin of want to do in life. John studied Asian languages for a number of years, and actually lived in both China and Japan. Now he’s getting his DMA in conducting at the UofIowa. He’s conducted Philharmonia a couple times, and he’s undoubtedly the best conducting student I’ve experienced here. When I read that he was into Asian Languages on his program bio, I almost flipped out. It’s quietly hero-worship on my part. I really wanted to talk to him, just ask him about his experiences, but (contrary to the way it may seem from the blog) I’m rather shy, and lacking in any self-confidence necessary to talk to people much older than myself that I respect from a distance. After all, I’m just an undergrad student, so I didn’t feel it was necessary to draw attention to myself and blah blah blah.
Anyway, walking up the stairs of Voxman and I pass John. I make shy eye-contact (it’s hard to explain. I find myself doing it with people like that, looking up in brief, quiet acknowledgement and then sort of trying to get the hell out of the vacinity as quickly as humanly possible), and he nods back at me. So I’m about to start getting the hell out of there, when suddenly my ears catch “Talia! I hear you’re taking Japanese!” *ga—–n* “Yes!” I reply. So from there, I stand in the hallway talking to John for something like ten minutes about Japanese, Chinese, kanji stroke-order, more things including studying abroad. First of all, he knew my name. It still surprises me when people here know my name, so that pleased me quite a lot. Second of all, he knew I was taking Japanese. I must say, I haven’t the slightest idea how he could have known that. Unless he walked past me when I was talking to Michael about 2nd-year the other day or something? I don’t know. So yeah, that was also a pleased Talia. Best of all is what he had to say about music and study abroad. He said I should try to study music in Japan, since it was definitely possible. He is the first person to tell me that, but he did it. He freaking did it! And now he’s going to become a conductor, and a good one, if you ask me.
Needless to say, that threw my day into new highs. I think I honestly pranced to the practice-rooms after that conversation.
And just when I thought my Tuesday couldn’t get any better, I came back to the room after Philharmonia to be even more pleased. My room-mate was here with one of her friends, and they were discussing something having to do with the mass transfer of my room-mate’s posessions. As it turned out, my room-mate had decided to move to Mayflower (the all-suite dorm) to be close to her friends and be able to save money by canceling her meal-plan. This opened possibilities for [a] a new room-mate that I might actually really truly like, or (and my preference) [b] no room-mate for the remainder of the semester. Horaay.
Something shocking happens after this. The situation manages to improve itself even after this significantly promising piece of news. Karma payment plan?
I was getting ready for Japanese on Wednesday, brushing my teeth and just about ready to go out the door and be off to Phillips Hall when phone rings. I let the machine take it, but listen while I get my coat on. It’s a message from the Hall Coordinator of Currier/Stanley (my building/the attached building), specifically for me. She says she has singles open, a few in Currier and one in Stanley, and to come see her (let me explain: last semester, I complained about my living circumstances, particuarly the loud and up-all-night of my floor, to Eliza and Laura and the Dungeon Dining gang excessively. Eliza gets a brilliant idea that when she goes to France to study abroad in Spring Semester, she will sign her single room in the quiet of Stanley floor 10 over to me. Long story short, things didn’t work out. The housing offices were difficult. We were both frustrated. Somehow I ended up with my name on a waiting list for a single, even though at that point, I was too frustrated to care. This is how I am suddenly informed of the status of rooms open, two days ago). At first I shrug and go “hmm”, seeing as I may possibly have a double to myself. Then I kind of smack myself and go “self, you’re stupid. your floor is loud as hell and you like QUIET. You parents okayed this months ago. You’d still have a new room-mate if you stayed here. So two days later, the papers are signed, and I am moving into Stanley.
Yes, that’s right, I’M MOVING INTO A SINGLE! TOMORROW!!
This room is the size of a double in Atkin-Colby, or any other dorm at ISU. It has a view of a lot of the campus, being the 10th floor. I have more space than I ever really wanted, and all to myself. Laura lives three doors down (hah). And best of all, it’s a quiet house. I had to sign a paper guaranteeing that I would follow the quiet-house rules (randomly thinks of Ciderhouse Rules). I am stupidly, absurdly happy.
I have to admit, I’m going to miss particular people on my floor. Especially since I was a total misanthrope (aka, cranky person) and anti-social freak for all of last semester. I never really got the chance to talk to a lot of them, and I know that when I did talk to them, I thought they were really cool. But then, ah. The wonders of modern communication. And living in a building a few hundred feet away from this one (it’s actually attached so I won’t have to go outside to move, yay!)
I will give $$$ to the people who actually read this entire entry from top to finish, the first time.
Um, okay, no I won’t. But I’ll give you my thanks for having the patience to read a friggin-long entry like this.
Signed, the Friggin Talia