November 2007

End of term blues

November 24, 2007 16:13

December is only one week away and my mind is left going - where did the last 3 months go? How have I survived cooking for myself, doing my own grocery shopping, commuting on the bus etc. for 3 months?

I've made it. I can't believe one term is already over and that soon I'll be going home for Christmas to visit old friends and relatives I haven't seen since the summer months. I'm sad to soon be leaving the big city and all my amazing friends here. I have never felt as welcomed into a new setting as I have felt studying music here at UBC. Before I was always the music freak and now there's a little clan of us and the people are terrific! Warm, friendly, devoted. My friends come to my concerts and in turn I go to there's whenever possible and there is a lot of laughter and cheer (and complaining about theory and history!) in the hallways between classes. The lifestyle is busy, I didn't realise how busy it would be, but the only think I would change is orchestra rehearsal on Tuesday nights. It should be at 4 instead of 6:30 so that I can get home before 10:30pm. And I might also change the weather a bit.... Snow would be nice. yes. I miss snow.

I love UBC, I love Vancouver. I don't know how I will ever tear myself away from this gorgeous city that's made me feel welcome and as though I belong. I'm definitely in different waters then back home and so far, these waters seem pretty warm!

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RIP

November 20, 2007 23:50

I am more than guilty of getting self-obsessed and bogged down with schedules and trying to get things done and like most people, I often forget how precious time is and how much difference only a few minutes can make. This weekend I was painfully reminded of just how fragile and how in an instant life can send you a curve ball that may not be able to be negotiated for a save.

On Saturday morning I received a message. A good friend from highschool had passed away during a hockey game he was playing in Vienna. Michael Schubert was 19 years old and loved hockey. He lived and breathed hockey but he always had time to stop and talk to anyone who cared to listen in the hallways before class. He was always cracking jokes and trying to lighten the mood. He'll be missed by hundreds.
Rest in peace my friend. I imagine you're still playing hockey with God now.

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November 15, 2007 23:08

I'm singing in the rain, singing in the rain.....la ti do re mi!
Lately, that's been a typical day for me. Solfege in the rain, solfege on the bus, solfege in the exam room..... Actually, if you want to get some personal space on a bus or at the bus stop I seriously recommend doing solfege songs. It's quite amusing to see the reaction.

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mugshot

November 6, 2007 22:57

So I'm sitting in the Chan Centre hall, first orchestra rehearsal on Verdi's Requiem and next thing I know, it's pitch black all around and there are shouts and yells and someone trying to get everyone's attention. What a weird feeling to be sitting in a purely pitch black hall surrounded by many but now my entire perception of distance and what was close and what was far, completely thrown off. In a jiffy, cell phones appeared, their little displays illuminating their owners. Needless to say, a blacked out campus wasn't really the most ideal place for a constructive rehearsal so we all made our way to our cases and out the door to the dark campus that awaited. It was so quiet, except for the pattering of rain like hundreds of little feet running delicately across the pavement. It was dark and deserted and downright creepy! Trying to find my stuff in my locker was an adventure and generally just getting around campus - "Oh! Turn left, there's a bush here. I forgot there was a bush here." In addition, puddles in the dark are very lurking and unsuspecting to be stepped in and somehow when you can't hardly see, they seem to somehow appear right where you place your foot and beyond the satisfying "splash" there really is no pleasing thing at all about having your feet and boots soaked and your jeans drenched and muddied.
Just another adventure of living in Vancouver!

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End of term blues

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