One hour of practice in, definitely one more to go! That first hour felt so productive. So much so, that I'm brimming over with happiness as cheesy as that sounds. It's been awhile! The Mozart that caused the frustration in my last entry has been going better. That's probably a good thing since I'm playing it at my college orchestra audition.
About that, I began dorm life yesterday. What an adventure! My roomie is delightful and we have a pretty nice set-up. I'm living on a performing arts floor which pretty much rocks my face off. As of yet, I don't have my printer operational, but the important stuff is great. More importantly, I love the atmosphere of this floor. HOORAY!
Starting my first year of college, I know this is going to be quite the transition. I'm going to be challenged in every possible way. And it scares the CRAP out of me. You know what, though? I'm going to be okay. I'm already running into people I have previously met. (That's typical of me. I'm VERY social.) In spite of the weirdness I have felt, I also feel that this is incredibly right. Time will tell, but I think it will tell me what I already know.
Lovely. I had begun to type a beautiful blog about my last lesson with Mrs. Preucil , but had to delay it as I haven't figured out exactly how to articulate my thoughts on that yet.
In the mean time, I'm practicing...
Oh the beauties and frustrations of Mozart. I really do love his 4th violin concerto. Many of the difficulties in getting into the spirit of this piece fell away when I realized that Mozart was my age when he wrote it. Suddenly, I knew the eyes through which I must look at that piece and then, I realized that I have those very eyes without the need for any imagination. Really, I was thrilled. Well, tonight isn't going so hot. I made wonderful strides in getting it to sound just the way I want, a violinist's dream come true, but they seemed to be non-existent tonight. Grr... Plodding along, I attempted to iron out my difficulties once more, only to have new ones surface. Frustration mounted as I continued my work. Finally, in frustration and disgust, I set my instrument in my case and walked away. My dad was sitting in the room listening, watching me, and when I explained, suggested, first, that I play something else, and when that was shot down, suggested that I "take 5." Oh, if only it were that simple!
So, here I am, taking more than five minutes to vent my current frustrations before heading back to the world of practicing Mozart. I guess it worked a bit, I don't feel like smashing things anymore... ??? I'll get back to you on how this works out.
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