Tuesday

Well, things didn't work out quite as well as I expected. Tomorrow Ms. B will be able to give me a lesson here, because the two Es (R and S) have a rehearsal. But I have to call up BMS and see if I can schedule lessons with Ms. B at 4:30 on Wednesdays. Oh well, it is the price I will willingly pay for my music. I just hope it doesn't wipe me out too much.

I had the whole afternoon free. I deposited another $7 in the bank, and delivered my social security card application to the Park Street Building. It was really weird getting into that elevator, me with my sloppy jeans and workshirt outfit and my faithful ratty jacket, amid all the businessmen (middle-aged, of course) with their ties and proper suits. It was sort of scary, but I got a kick out of it.

I started doing my Bible assignment on the trolley and one lady moved away from next to me. Maybe she thought I was a Jesus freak, although anyone with any Jewish or Christian upbringing should know Isaiah is Old Testament. Huh! I had everything done by eight-thirty. I watched boob until ten, I took a tub 'til quarter of, and here I am at eleven. Bingo. I should have gone to bed as soon as I could. Well, that's me. I would have to read Women in Love for forty-five minutes while taking a bath! DUMB.

I bribed off poor Mr. G for not doing today's homework with an orange drop. A sad case. I must talk to Mrs. R and explain to her the probable situation with BMS and all. She will not like it. I can tell. Alas. Life is difficult. I hope Ms. B isn't too pooped with her lessons and the baby and whatnot.

Oops, forgot to shave legs. Hairy legs are gross, especially in pantyhose which is what I'm wearing on Thursday for performing. I hope they pay me alot. Such money lust is gross. Nevertheless... it would be nice.

There is a rubbing that SU has on her wall downstairs of a slave's tombstone. I copied it down because I wanted to put it in here. I'll do it tomorrow.

I worked about 3 hrs. on my math project. It's alot of fun. However, I had no energy left over for my homework. I was talking to Mr. K after class during lunch (but not whilst eating it), when who but JG walked in. I must admit I was just the slightest bit surprised when he was coherent about my project. He is not all brawn and no brain. (Thank God.) I must say I do find him appealing and that's really awfully sad. So ridiculous. Oh so what! I can enjoy his presence when I'm in it, and try to ignore it at all other times. That's not so hard when you're as busy as I am. I wish we didn't have a TV set. It's such a distraction.

M may be disappointed. Speaking of whom... she's another one like K. What in God's name does everybody see in her? She's such a blatant goody-goody, play-up-to-the-teacher type. Not to say that I don't fool with the teachers for fun and profit, but at least I'm not serious about it. She is. Or seems to be. And JG likes her too. (Jealousy again? HMM!) On the other hand I like her too. She doesn't really impose her goodyness on other people. And that's the important thing.

It's funny about other flutists. I don't want to have them learn and get better to "compete" against me, and yet I really don't like playing with someone who's not good. Another thing hit me today. This is the start of my 4th year. That's an amazingly long time that's gone so fast. Three complete years. God in Heaven, Mary Mother of God, I'd better start improving faster. Is competition bad? With my previously trained ideals I feel guilty being competitive. And yet I always enjoy playing. Isn't that what really counts? I'd like to think so, very much. Je te dit bon soir. Il devient plus en plus tard. A demain! Alors, a demain! C'est ca. Etc. HMM! <- SILLY.

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