Do Not Pass Go

I'm blogging from the library computer right now. Shnazzy, eh? I was here for research, then I did some studying. Now I've decided to get my blogging overwith so I can concentrate on sleeping when I get home. (The guy beside me keeps sighing frustratingly. It's making me sad.)

I had a surprisingly amazing time at my trombone lesson today. It started off with a bang, as Dr. Bulmer asked me to play some etude or something that I was supposedly working on, and I was all "say whatttt I own that book?" And then I had to confess to her that I never have time to practice. (I secretly could maybe find a little time, but when I have a few extra minutes when I'm not studying, I like to not practice too.) But it was all uphill from there. It was fun being psychoanalized by my trombone professor:

"You're not a person who likes to be noticed, are you?"

I guess not.

"You like to hide behind your trombone."

haha. Ok.

"You picked the wrong instrument; the trombone will be noticed."

he. he.

"How do you survive in a brass band if you don't play loud?"

I play loud in band.

"Do you play loud in concert band too?"

I think so.

"This piece is great for you. It'll force you to be aggressive."

tehe. Ok.

"This piece is angry. You need to become more violent. You're holding all your feelings inside of yourself, Meagan."

woooooooow.

So yah. Today was weird. But Dr. Bulmer cheered me up. It's going to feel good to get a full eight hours tonight. :)