listening to: bonnie pink – kingyo
random amusing quotes: “I mean, the benefits out-weigh the…not-benefits”
*reads below posts* Okay. Before I get to the actual post, I just wanna say…the fact that I happened to combine my Deathstalker obsession with my Eno obsession is just sick. Sick!
Oh my god.
No, really, I’m okay. Just a little bit overwhelmed. I mean, first day at a new school. The second year in a row, at that.
Oh, and just to clarify, yesterday was far less than fun. It was more my fault than anybodies for having procrastinated with the getting-ready-for-school until the extreme last minute. My parents were fretting and I was fretting and most of the time I just wanted to yell at them or run to the farthest corner of the house and burst into tears. Especially when the final realization of what I was doing and where I was going and where I wasn’t going started to dig its way back into my conscience. Thus resulting in the below entry of moderate freaking-outage. But yesterday finally came to an end and from there improved on their own.
The morning was good. I amazingly managed to get up by 6, shower, finish packing, eat my mother’s heavenly pancakes and be out of there by 8. The drive was nice. I adore my Focus Wagon, even when my dad makes me guinea-pig the cruise control from the passenger-side. The move-in was fairly painless. The RAs were helpful. The room is nice. Good storage-space. Sizeable closets. Pretty good view of court-yard. The room-mate, Kerry, is way cool. You should go read her blog.
One thing I’ve got to say about my perception of Illinois so far is this; all the students I’ve interacted with have all been so good! Good as in nice, receptive, interesting, funny, responsive. Everybody. I thought the staff and faculty at Iowa were all that way, but the students were a lot more impartial to eachother, at least in my academic dept. and housing area of experience.
Later, after my parents had taken off and I’d had some time to shove things around, I wandered over to the music building in order to orient myself about the place a little bit. So really. I’ve gotta say. What?! Iowa’s music building was a little bit confusing because of its cubic (just to let you know, I typed that “cobuc” the first time), one-or-two random hallways nature. But this building is like random hallways to the extreme. And the stairways are a little bit disconcerting. Like, one stairway takes you to the third floor but then you have to find another set of stairs to go to the fourth or fifth floors. Also, instead of having a main office on the first floor, there are about six tiny little offices on the third floor. In the next day, I’m going to attempt to decipher which of these six offices will help me in reserving a locker for my cello. Which is right now in my closet, the poor dear.
So I took this absolutely mind-numbing music theory placement-exam. Honestly. I know I was a little out of practice on a lot of theory skills, what with summer and the mind trying to bury painful memories and all, but it was as though everything I’d ever learned had been translated into some slightly more foreign version of itself. It was extremely difficult. I believe I passed out of aural skills though (which *gasp* is a completely separate class from music theory itself, here!!!). I can’t hope so much for music theory itself, though, what with the having had to leave a few problems completely blank for complete and utter lack of understanding.
And here comes proof that it’s one crazily small world, the world of music. The first person I ran into while I was approaching the theory exam room was an oboe-player who was also looking for the room. I told him I was transferring from the University of Iowa, and as we rounded the corner, I ran smack-dab into another transfer student from Iowa!! We had both been in the same music-theory class last year, as freshmen. The poor fellow. He’s sold his soul over to vocal music education. This was followed with my talking to oboe-guy a little more. When I informed him that my mother was an oboe professor and gave him her name, he said “you’re her daughter?! Ohmygosh!”, and proceeded to tell me his college-transferring story and discuss double-reeds with me. It turns out he’d seen my mom’s name in an International Double Reed Society magazine (yes, it actually does exist), and that he’d looked her up on Google and whatnot. I actually sat next to him at the official transfer orientation, which was nice. I’d never expected to have already found an acquaintance during a transfer orientation. This was followed by my talking to a violinist, Anne, who transferred from the U of Minnesota and knew both Laura and my sister (!!!111!!). So she, Laura and I complete the Minnesota–>Iowa–>Illinois transfer circuit. We make the thing full circle, oh yeah. She also went to Madeline Island, and knew about half the people I also knew from there. Seriously. Freaking small world.
Following said hellish-theory-test, I ate with Justin. Which was awesome. We talked about music and bands and banana-tree disease and hair styled in the shape of food (“Food Hair Stylists? Hair Food Stylists?”). During this time, however, I did proceed to forget half the words in the English language, which is never handy for when I’m most wanting to convey things to people. I’m so glad he’s here. Down the hall from me, in fact. Oh yeah, Allen Hall.
Transfer Orientation itself was alright. The Fine Arts orientation leaders were really cool and friendly. And just for the record, I think I’ve found the perfect ice-breaker for a group situation like the one I was in, tested and approved several times now. And it is this: “My name is Talia and I’m from Normal, Illinois. … No, I’m serious”. The thing about the whole orientation experience was that everybody who spoke made it sound as though if you didn’t have all the classes you were going to be taking prepared by your next-day appointment with your advisor, the advisor would make you wish you’d cut your own wrists. I mean, I don’t know what I’m doing! I’ve spent the last hour reading music and gen-ed requirements but I don’t think I fully understand where I’m supposed to start! And the fact that most of the classes I want to take are probably not going to be available for taking doesn’t really help that situation. And isn’t what advisors are for? Giving advice about classes and junk? Anyway, I hope that my advisor won’t “get mad at me” (straight from the mouths of those student-leaders) if I’m a little bit less than sure of what’s going on in terms of classes and schedules and where I need to be. Stupid two-day-before-school orientation.
There’s all this late-night celebratory stuff going on at the Union, but I really feel the need to just veg/blog/attempt to figure out my courses for tomorrow. It was hard to turn down the offer of going with Allie and Kerry, though. Because they rock quite hard.
Currently, I’m dead-tired. I could ramble on for some time about how I feel or how I don’t feel or what I’m thinking but it’s not worth it at this point. I think I should just celebrate the fact that I survived my very first day as a transfer student with only once wanting to cry from being completely lost in the random-hallways of the music building. And also celebrate the fact that I turn 19 in a few short hours! Whoopee!