Another Month

Hello all. Sorry about forgetting to write yesterday.

Here in Santa Barbara it's been getting cold. Well, ask a Southern Californian, and they'll tell you it's cold-- ask a Coloradan, and she'll tell you the temperature is perfect. The leaves here are finally starting to change (on the few trees that do), the air is crisp, and midterms are (almost) over. I love the D.C. (cafeteria) on cold nights-- at a small school like this, it feels like a huge, warm family celebration. Everyone's sitting with friends, laughing and having a good time.

My week was really stressful. Surprise rehearsals, take-home midterms, concerts, schedule changes-- I was incredibly glad when it was over. My weekend has been restful but not nearly long enough.

Sorry for being so random, but I was just thinking-- sometimes I take for granted all of the things I get to do here. It can be hard to appreciate, while cramming for, say, a Doctrine midterm, the depth of the concepts I get to wrestle with and discuss with other people. And it can be hard, in a discouraging dress rehearsal, to remember that it's a privilege to make good music with so many wonderful friends. When I sat down to write this post I had just finished studying for a music theory test (8am tomorrow! yay! ...not), and was thinking back over my day for inspiration on what to write about. I realized that in the past 24 hours, I've composed music, played duets with the music department secretary for a fundraiser, watched an episode of Nova about space-time that completely blew my mind, studied music theory on the floor of my friend's dorm room, lost my cell phone, and laughed more times than I can count. Life isn't a walk in the park (or on the beach, if you prefer), but it's also amazingly good.

Can we do a story week next week? I think I want to tell a story. Hopefully something story-worthy will happen to me and I can write about it; if not, I'll make something up. It'll be fun.

DFTBA,
Emily