November 2009
Northshore
Dear Alex,
Congratulations! You have been selected to join the Northshore Concert Band in concert on Sunday, February 14, 2010 at 3:00 P.M. at Pick-Staiger Concert Hall on the campus of Northwestern University in Evanston. You were recommended as an outstanding young musician by Patrick Hayes. This person will receive a letter of notification regarding your selection for this honor. We hope...
"Merry" Thanksgiving.
My title is credit to my brother. Just thought it was clever, I guess.
What a day, really. In every aspect, it was phenomenal. Made the hour long drive to Evanston to my Grandma Cynde’s new house. Her old one was a mansion, literally. Through a series of “things” which led to a divorce, however, she moved from Deerfield to her new home. To put it simply, it’s beautiful....
Procrastination.
Why must we all do it? Especially those honors kids. For some reason, we just don’t feel the need to take the time to go do our homework. Some, like me, do our homework out of obligation. We feel guilty or like we’re letting someone down if we don’t. Often times there isn’t enough reason to do it in the first place. Another factor of it would be a lack of time.
Perfect...
“Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music.”
IMEA Recap.
I thought music couldn’t get any better. I was wrong. I woke up at 5:30AM, excited for the day’s events. I wasn’t sure what the day was going to hold, all I knew was that it was the day for IMEA. The day for my concert. The day I had been counting down for day by day since I found out I made it. My music was prepared and so was I. We met up with the Lakes participants and took the forty-five...
Seven Days.
As anyone can see, my counting down to the day IMEA comes is slowly diminishing. I can feel myself dragging myself through each day as I wait for next Saturday to arrive. It feels so close, yet so far, as with many things in my sophomore year.
Fun fact of the day: I genuinely enjoy people opening up to me. Whether it’s about a problem they’re having or simply sharing good news, I...
Eleven Days.
Eleven more days until I feel alive, until then I am dead, searching for ways to get by, to scrape by, to survive. to live.
The second I feel like I’m building things up, something tears it right down again. I love getting yelled at the minute I get in the car, simply because my birth certificate’s whereabouts are unknown. How can that possibly be my fault? I got through today, telling myself...
“A real leader faces the music, even if he doesn’t like the tune.”
