I seem to have a talent for stressing myself out over minor things. Today proved successful in this respect.
I finally got around to sending an email to Robert Sheena, the English horn/oboe teacher at Boston University. (I just noticed, it seems like every male I know is named either Robert or Matthew. This is getting bizarre.) I asked for a sample lesson, as it seems like every music student in my grade is doing the same thing. It's all done and sent, and now the wait begins.
Which is when, of course, the stressing begins.
It also doesn't help much that I have my road test next week, and it's potentially the most unnecessarily nerve-wracking thing I've ever done, simply because it's so simple. But, I refuse to even really think about it, so for the moment I'm going to pretend it doesn't exist.
I'd sent Mr. Sheena a couple emails sometime last year, but never received a response. I was somewhat offended a while back, but decided that I was better off just dealing with it. Looking back, they were kind of pointless: I wrote something about asking what the difference between a solely oboe and a combination oboe/English horn program would be when studying in college. I honestly don't blame him for not responding.
I hope he does this time, though; at the moment he's still my top choice of teacher. I can only wait and see whether or not a) he responds, b) I like him and he likes me when/if I do get a lesson, and c) if I get into BU at all. I've become so hooked on the idea of going there I've even seriously considered early decision (or action, whichever one is binding - I never remember), if they offer it to music students at the College of Fine Arts. Previously, I never would have dreamed of doing this.
I'm honestly beginning to consider myself insane.
I finally got around to sending an email to Robert Sheena, the English horn/oboe teacher at Boston University. (I just noticed, it seems like every male I know is named either Robert or Matthew. This is getting bizarre.) I asked for a sample lesson, as it seems like every music student in my grade is doing the same thing. It's all done and sent, and now the wait begins.
Which is when, of course, the stressing begins.
It also doesn't help much that I have my road test next week, and it's potentially the most unnecessarily nerve-wracking thing I've ever done, simply because it's so simple. But, I refuse to even really think about it, so for the moment I'm going to pretend it doesn't exist.
I'd sent Mr. Sheena a couple emails sometime last year, but never received a response. I was somewhat offended a while back, but decided that I was better off just dealing with it. Looking back, they were kind of pointless: I wrote something about asking what the difference between a solely oboe and a combination oboe/English horn program would be when studying in college. I honestly don't blame him for not responding.
I hope he does this time, though; at the moment he's still my top choice of teacher. I can only wait and see whether or not a) he responds, b) I like him and he likes me when/if I do get a lesson, and c) if I get into BU at all. I've become so hooked on the idea of going there I've even seriously considered early decision (or action, whichever one is binding - I never remember), if they offer it to music students at the College of Fine Arts. Previously, I never would have dreamed of doing this.
I'm honestly beginning to consider myself insane.
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