I'm Pretty Decent At Music

I’m feeling extremely overwhelmed right now because I was JUST told that I need an accompanist almost a week from now for a studio class. Like I feel like this is my fault; it’s so rude to a pianist to give them music almost a week before a performance. Like I feel gross and disgusting and I feel like quitting to avoid the embarrassment of being unprepared. I’m getting stressed by the second and I can’t focus on anything. 

We were talking maintenance in my Freshman Horn Class and my professor told us a story about how a trombonist played his trombone everyday and also had a chronic cough. So, one time, he didn’t bring it on a vacation and he got a lot better. And he talked about it with his doctor and his doctor took swabs of the inside of his horn and they found viruses on viruses in that trombone. And this guy is just like “I didn’t know you had to clean it.”

Like, are there really people who don’t clean their horn? That’s just fucking gross. After that story, I don’t want to even THINK about the school owned french horns at my high school. So, now, I am sure to clean out my horn a lot more. Taking my professor’s advice, I do run my snake through my lead pipe with listerine. I also clean my mouthpiece at least once every few days. And I am going to give my horn a bath when I come home for Thanksgiving. 

My suite mate is kinda bothering me as it is. She doesn’t know how to respect my personal space and all she does is talk. One night I needed to sleep early because French Horn Fundamentals is at 7am. So it’s 9pm the night before and I told my roommate I’m sleeping early but she can keep the lights on for as long as she needs them. As I’m climbing into the bed, suite mate knocks on the door and asks us “Wanna talk?”. And I’m thinking that it won’t last for too long I can spare 30 minutes. She stayed for 2 hours. I was up until 11pm. If it wasn’t for my roommate, kindly lied to my suite mate for me and said she had plans early in the morning and she needed sleep, I probably wouldn’t have gotten enough sleep. My roommate said she felt bad for me, and I made it up to her with some donuts the next morning.

But earlier today, I came back from a rehearsal just utterly exhausted and suite mate comes in (this time without knocking) and starts up a long ass conversation even though I was about to take a nap. And then I told her which high school I went to. And she told me, right to my face, “I think my school’s band was better. Yours kinda sucked.” THat’s not something you say to someone who went to that school AND did band.

But what really gets me is how she keeps telling me “oh, band was so much fun I love band” but also emphasizes how she hated band and quit her senior year. Since I’m in the College of Music, she immediately thinks of me as a “band nerd” and therefore, she can send me all her old videos on her iPhone from football games and band related memes at 2 in the morning.