I'm so frazzled! I can't really explain in a short span of time why. There's so much going on right now and my head is just spinning! Every time I look at my calendar it makes me want to bash my head into a wall...or really any hard surface will do. I have another sore throat which is extremely inconvenient. I have my memory checks for my voice lessons tomorrow and I have a lot of memorizing to do. I'm feeling very unprepared for the next two months of my existence. There's a Chamber Singers concert this Saturday, next Friday is NATS, there's another Chamber Singers concert the Monday after that, the Thursday after that is my recital hearing, a week and a half later is my dress rehearsal and five days after that is my recital. The day after my recital is the studio showcase and the the opera is two weeks later. One week after that, I graduate. It all fits into such a small amount of text...but it's destroying my brain! I picked up more work study money which is great, except now I have to work more. Walmart seems to think that I need to start spending more time there as well. I've really been dropping the ball on my time-off requests. I'm so scatter-brained these days. I need to pull myself together! So I'm going to try to focus on being more grounded and thinking ahead. Hopefully that will make me feel less panicked all the time.
The University of South Dakota is hosting its Jazz Festival tomorrow. This is one of the days that we look forward to and dread all at the same time. There will be hundreds of high school students running around campus with band instruments, show choir costumes, and some mean jazz chops. We, as college students, have to shepherd them into some semblance of sanity. I find this quite impossible...but I try anyway. I'll be serving as a guide for the show choirs. I always think this will be a good idea for me because show choir was one of my favorite things about high school. I'm proved wrong every single year. Teenagers are loud, obnoxious, inconsiderate, and down right rude. I try to block it all out by repeating "I love Jazz Fest" over and over again. Sometimes it works, sometimes I'm forced to run screaming from the room. I haven't killed anyone yet...but I think this could really be my year...
WITTY WEDNESDAY!!!
“A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water.” -Eleanor Roosevelt
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