4 posts tagged “finals”
Piano Jury: Done. (An "A" from each juror, btw. Woot-to-tha-woot.)
3-4 Page Paper on Orchestration in Symphonie Fantastique: Done. (And erm, ended up at 6 pages.)
Spanish Final: Done.
Short Annotated Bibliography of 11 Orchestration Textbooks: Done.
Does this mean... can it be true?...
I'm done with finals?!
Upon turning in these papers and working my last obscenely late shift at the library tomorrow (at least tomorrow we close at midnight rather than 2), I'll have absolutely nothing to stress about for a solid three weeks.
When I first got my Gmail account (way back in March of '05, it seems), I apparently took the whole "Search, don't sort" thing quite literally. The only things I delete with regularity are e-mails from Myspace (due to their abundance and pointlessness); I keep all newsletters, e-mails from blogs, etc. I never bothered looking at all the nifty features Gmail had because all I cared about was the ability to easily search my e-mail.
But oh, the magic. A few minutes ago I got bored and decided to tinker around with stuff. (I now have a user photo. Everyone else in my contact list will probably have one soon, as well. Muahaha!) And since I noticed that my Inbox was nearing 1500 messages (!), most of which are from the past year (!!!), I decided search-don't-sort was getting a little cumbersome. I created four labels: one for my CuteOverload daily e-mail, one for my silverchair newsletter, one for Vox notifications/newsletters, and one for Livejournal notifications. Using the ever-so-efficient search method, I "labeled" and subsequently "archived" all appropriate messages, and now my Inbox is down to a happy 700 messages. (600+ of those messages pruned out were from either Livejournal or Vox--sheesh, those add up.)
I realize the previous two paragraphs are painfully boring to everyone but me, but you must understand; such tidy organization at such small cost of time is ever so neat-o. I loves it. Mmmm. The only thing that would make me happier is if I could color-code those labels--and I'm sure there's a way to do so that I've simply yet to discover.
In other news that I initially considered less nerdy but is actually probably on par with the level of nerddom of the rest of this post, I now have the time to fully devote myself to my man:
Dear Student:
It has come to my attention that I have kicked your ass clean off. I sincerely apologize; I understand this must be embarrassing for you, given the fact that I was but a multiple choice exam, and you still found me near impossible. Your final grade will be happy to hand your ass back to you.
Sincerely 33.3% of your grade,
Freakishly and Unexpectedly Difficult Final
(I haven't heard from my final grade yet.)
As you can probably tell, I'm in an odd mood--one that permits personification of multiple-choice tests and absurdly long raves about the glories of e-mail organization. To save you the hassle of reading any more strangeness, I'm going to sit on my couch and get in touch with my inner witch.
One of the most interesting classes I took this semester was dedicated to Igor Stravinsky, specifically his work The Rite of Spring. Just before today's music history final (for which I knew we would be required to write a long essay), I jokingly remarked, "If that essay could just be all about Stravinsky, I'd be great."
I receive my music history final. Pick two of five short essays: easy stuff. Identify five terms: I knew them all (whew)! And finally, the big essay. It went a little something like this:
What is modernism? Describe the modernist approach of one of the following composers:
Arnold Schoenberg, Charles Ives, Igor Stravinsky, someone whose name I didn't read because I was so excited.
Life is way too good to me sometimes.
Um. Moving on.
Finals week has finally arrived, and one of the roughest semesters to date is almost finished. I've done everything to put off working on papers and studying for finals (including watching all 6 seasons of Sex and the City for the second time in my life), and now I've poured myself a nice cup of coffee in my favorite mug in hopes that the caffeine will inspire me to sit down and read for this blasted research paper. (So far, the coffee has succeeded only in making me want to tool around on the Internet while listening to the Beatles.)
I spent the weekend having Family Times and being incredibly irresponsible (neglecting two days of practicing when your piano jury is on Monday is probably not the best plan). My brother, his fiancee, and I went out Friday night. We indulged in a bit of old fashioned brother-sister mischief and changed all the sounds on my parents computer--little things that let them know we care. Examples included recordings of us yelling "BYE!" when any menu is closed, "GERMANY!" (don't ask) when any window is maximized, and my personal favorite: "WHEEEE-oo-weee-ooo" any time a pop-up or drop-down menu is used. ("Annoying" does not begin to describe it.) My mom called me this morning demanding to know how to restore the old sounds (or lack of sounds).
Saturday was a day of shopping with mi madre, as every girl knows that before going out of town for a month, new clothes must be purchased. I feel
...Okay, now that I've finished the coffee, maybe I'll actually get some work done.
