Get your disgustingly talented little freshman hands off my piece, dammit! 2004-02-27 - 1:43 p.m.
There was a quiz today in the history class. I finished grading the papers already. Most people did considerably better. I mean, Dr. History Professor chose the "Hallelujah" chorus and "Spring" from the "Four Seasons" as listening examples. Oh, the ridiculous easiness.
Freshmen do not need to be playing the Ibert Concerto. That is wrong. I am playing that piece, dammit. As a graduate student I think I've earned it. Bah. Freshmen with crazy-ass good technique need to be mailed to Antarctica or something.
My giddiness has been toned down to sleepiness, I think. Hehe.