Hmm.

Only 2 more classes left until a full week off! I'm not doing anything too interesting over the break, so I'm not particularly excited about it. I have lots of things to try to get done (memorizing my recital, preparing a French presentation, writing a book report, making sure I'm ready for all Papagena stuff, etc.) that it will feel more like a time period full of deadlines, riddled with procrastination, which will only cause me much anxiety and stress. Bleech.

As you can tell, I'm not my normal bubbly self. I haven't been for about two days. I'm just feeling like a really old woman, or at least the stereotype of one. I feel nostalgic for the past, which is only the past and cannot be the present or the future. I feel sad for the present because it will soon be the past, and depressed thinking that the future will seem to skip the present all together and end up just another memory.

I went to a composers recital tonight, and it brought back memories which completely flooded my brain. The first composition was a percussion duet...it reminded me off all my percussionist friends from MSM...the times we had from the first week of school all the way up until our final recitals...lots of laughs, lots of drama, and unbelievable percussion ensemble concerts, as well as a version of Barber's Adagio played by 4 marimbas (part of one of those final recitals)...sigh.

This composers recital continued, and each piece brought back more memories...my old composer acquaintances, premiering in their pieces, listening to music with them....then I remembered singing with other friends, and then all the other memories that weave themselves into the MSM tapestry of my past. It was one big nostalgic trip. Amazing how this concert, composed entirely of premieres, brought back more memories than all the other centuries-old-music laden concerts I've been to recently...