Well…I’ve been meaning to post since Sunday afternoon…

Well, for one thing, I passed my piano midterm. Yay!!!!! It really wasn’t that hard – mostly scales and arpeggios and chords, but, still, that’s something, right? (I’m such a bad person. I haven’t practiced piano in over a week…)

My second piece of news dates back to Sunday, and it’s a bit of a story. Ok, my Sunday afternoon nap is one of my favourite things in the week. I mean, seriously, sleep. ‘Nuff said. So this Sunday I took my nap like usual. Only this time my body decided it didn’t want to sleep well. In the middle of my nap I woke up, like, 3 times, each 5 minutes apart. Each time I attempted to go back to sleep and my dream kept going on. I was dreaming that the school administration was about to announce the winners of the competition that I was in this weekend. Even though I’ve been telling my self I didn’t make it into the finals and I didn’t feel like I sang very well, I was still really nervous. So much so that I kept waking myself up from my dream. I never did find out who made it….

And third and last, I just wanted to give y’all an opera update (you know I’m going to be going on and on about this for a while, at least). As a gypsy in Il Trovatore (an opera by Verdi), I’m only in 1 scene – the Anvil Chorus. It’s kind of nice to have a small part, since it cuts down on rehearsal time, even though I would love more stage time. Well, today I tried an experiment. Several of the gypsy men bring in wheelbarrows all empty and lonely. So I thought it would be nice if I went and kept those wheelbarrows company –ย  by riding in them as they come out on stage. More precisely, I lay in the wheelbarrow and pretend to be sleeping off a hangover. The lights wake me up when I come onstage, and I stagger off groggily. It makes me so happy!!!! I know, I’m weird.


Well, I’m glad that’s over with. That, being the competition. It was early this afternoon. It went ok. My cold is turning into drainage now, and while that’s better than a sore throat, it can still make singing precarious. Honestly, I’m just really glad the competition is over. For some reason this year I didn’t want to compete…maybe because last year I gave it everything I had and lost. I’m not expecting to make it into the final round, so if I do it will be a pleasant surprise, and if I don’t it won’t be a huge letdown.


Every year my university holds a contest in several fields of the fine arts, including music, visual art, speech, and writing. This year I entered the music competition. Thankfully, the contest is divided up into several categories, so I don’t have to compete against some crazy piano major. ๐Ÿ˜› Well, first round of women’s voice was held Monday, and, guess what! I made 2nd round, which is also semifinals. The poor dear judges sat in a room all night and listened to approximately 25 girls sing in an effort to whittle that number down to a small, more manageable group. 9 of us were selected to go on, and the 2nd round is held Saturday. That’s great, right? I’m excited!

One problem: I have a cold now. :/

But you know what, it’s gonna be ok. Because God knew this was gonna happen, and He has a plan for this. So maybe I’ll go on, and maybe I won’t (not gonna lie, it might be nice to be done with it…), but it’s not really that big of a deal. Right?

One of THOSE Days…

So I thought today was going to be one of THOSE days. You know, the days that nothing goes right?

Yesterday I had a lot of stuff going. Between a performance, opera practice, and a competition, I was exhausted. I mean, hey, going from Handel to Verdi to Charpentier will do that to you!

So this morning my alarm went off. No problem, I thought. I don’t need to be up for another half hour. And I already have a 2nd alarm set. So I went back to sleep. 7:50 rolls around and I wake up to the 10-minute bell. It’s ok. It’s 7:50. I have 10 minutes before I need to get up for my 8:00. My 8:00!!! O no!!! So I texted my friend saying I would be there late but I was coming. Of course, my homework wasn’t done. It never is when it you really need it to be. Class ended up being fine. my teacher was really understanding, and I’m 1 of 5 students anyway (apparently no one wants to take German at 8:00 in the morning. I can’t imagine why not :P), so everything was ok.

But then I was looking at my homework for later today which I didn’t get done because of the busyness last night, and realized that I have none. Usually I have a quiz on Tuesdays that encompasses 50+pages of reading. Usually I have Counterpoint homework that can be tricky at the very least.

So all in all, today might just turn out all right. I got an extra hour of sleep, and I didn’t miss too much in the way of class. maybe I’ll even have extra time today! Thank you, Lord. ๐Ÿ™‚

This week was busy. Between opera, Valentines day, and an awesome concert featuring the American Spiritual Ensemble, I think a lot of us here on campus are just plain tuckered out. Oh, but I forgot to tell you about the American Spiritual Ensemble!! The short of it: They were stinkin’ amazing!!!!!

The ASE is a group of professional vocalists – many of them opera singers – who band together to keep the Negro Spiritual alive. Founder and Director Everett McCorvey explained that the Negro Spiritual was the folk music of the African-American slaves, but that this piece of history is being lost. He founded the group several years ago, and they have since risen to international fame and acclaim. They sing spirituals, broadway pieces, and jazz in addition to the largely classical repertoires of the individual performers.

And my choir got to sing with them in 2 of their songs. Talk about amazing! Talk about an opportunity!!

To me one of the best things about getting to meet and interact with them was just to see how many of them are opera singers. It’s so easy as a college student studying voice to get discouraged and think you’ll never be able to make it in the professional music world. But these people brought hope to my heart: there really are opera singers out there!! And people really do pay them to sing ๐Ÿ˜€

To find out more about the ASE google them or visitย  http://www.americanspiritualensemble.com/

I Love You

Well, I suppose everybody will be posting about today being Valentine’s day. Or Singles Awareness Day. Or whatever fancy name you’ve cooked up for it yourself. Which brings me to wonder why in the world we picked a random day to celebrate love? Did people just decide that the winter was so long and dreary that they needed an extra holiday to cheer them up?ย  And, of all possible subjects, why do we celebrate love on this random wintry day?

Well, according to all-knowing Wikipedia (yes, I know it’s not a scholarly source. But I don’t care), the origins of Valentine’s Day date back to the 5th century when Pope Gelasius I (Who in the world was he??) instituted it as a day to honour Christian martyrs, specifically 2 martyrs named Valentine (believe it or not people actually used to use that name!). Through the years the reason for the day was forgotten and changed until now we celebrate love (specifically between lovers) on February 14. Enjoy the day!

Procrastinators of the World Unite!!! … Tomorrow.

I really should be doing something. I brought homework to do while I sat here at this uneventful desk. I even brought my tatting so I could have a reason not to do my homework. And what do I do? I sit at the desk and read blogs. It’s quite entertaining. But it get’s absolutely nothing done. I’m such a lazy bum. But I got a lot of stuff done this morning. I changed my sheets and did my laundry and even had time to squeeze a little of the aforementioned tatting in. Don’t I deserve a break??

Once Upon a Time, Bob…

Last night a group of us girls got together to pray and think about our God. One of the girls had an interesting idea: what if we wrote a story together. Each of us would write a sentence of the story, and at the end we would read it aloud. But there was a catch: none of us could see what the previous people had written. So here is our finished masterpiece:


Bob was on his way to the fair when his car broke down. Bob was eating corn flakes while combing his hair. Bob ate a cheeseburger at Wendy’s, and then he got a milkshake at McDonald’s. THEN a pterodactyl came and picked up Bob, flew 1,000 feet in the air when it dropped him, BUT Bob married Suzie and had 3 kids. Bob’s girlfriend broke up with him today. Bob loves cookies. He had his secret cookie jar hidden in the refrigerator. Bob likes preaching in front of many children every weekend. After eating a nutritious (and therefore tasteless) supper, Bob juggled knives and flamethrowers while standing in a pool of gasoline until bedtime. Then he went to sleep.

The End

Ok, so besides the humor it provides (and the evidence that food seemed to be on the brain), you are probably wondering what this could possibly have to do with God or prayer. The girl who had the idea of the story in the first place explained it: the Christian Bible is written by about 45 people over a period of up to 2,000 years. Now, our story was random. It was written by 10(ish) people in about 10 minutes. But when you read and examine the Bible you find an incredible amount of thematic unity. The Bible never contradicts itself (like our story did when mentioning Bob’s wife and his girlfriend…awkward!) because even though 45 human authors were involved, they each were guided and directed by the same Author through the whole process. The Bible is God’s book. And it is incredible evidence to the fact that He never changes.