These few days have been terribly tiring. I mean, really. Staying up till like, midnight for no apparent reason whatosever, the complete lack of mugging knowledge (not like you need any for Higher CL or Mathematics) and hilariously overdue projects, both personal and forcefully instigated.
Today's HCL test was a disaster. Not an easy thingy. My answers were frighteningly short, so much so I feared for not getting all the points. So as always, I crap something politically correct, plunk it in my best possible handwriting and shove it in the teacher's face. But no matter, I think the rest of the class didn't do too well either.
Reminder to self: Scan in schematics of proposed wristblade, purchase newest NERF gun, springs and cream cheese.
Recently Doctor Robert Castille graced our muchly humbled school from the Royalties of wherever-he-came-from. He was a brilliant conductor and taught RIGE a lot as a whole; its the first time I heard us play so spiritedly. But one quote struck me:
'The best part of every performance is the silence immediately after the piece. The complete silence; the reaction time of the audience; the time when the beauty of the piece sinks in; when the piece continues to ring in the empty air'
..or something. But either way. Wonderful words. He said it enthusiastically with a smile on his face, and instantly I could feel how superbly beautiful that silence was, a lot more so than when I never noticed it before. The complete silence, when you can hear the pin drop. The exhale. The sinking in. The sheer beauty of the piece that continues ringing in the hallowed walls. That pure silence; pure brilliance.
But besides that, we also got to see our conductor go crazy and jump around so it was so TOTALLY worth it.
Hmm, recently rather intrigued by the Tower of Babel. Here's a picture from Wikipedia:
If my facts are right, (well, excuse me for not reading the Bible) Man used to be some uber-united race with one language and all that, and they decided, hey! Why not we build a huge tower so that we can become known throughout the entire world! Then God saw them, mixed up all their languages and sent them to faraway places all over the world. Either that or they built it so that they could reach the heavens, either way they didn't end happily.Its such a pretty storyline, if I may call it that without offending anyone, but really. I think its thought provoking. Its like a fall from grace or something. But anyway.
Okay I have to go out now, bye all.