Smashing the Red Button

7th November 2008
Friday
When life gives you shit, go to the toilet.

When life gives you a bunch of sour grapes, use them to make wine.

With all the exams coming right in my face, I have no other choice than to cram my face into the books and start smashing the panic button. Yes. I am panicking.

As usual, at the very last minute (probably the second last minute instead - I started earlier this time), all the late nights appear, and the padlocks on the cupboard goes up. All the games are locked away, as best as possible, and painkillers scattered all over.

Such an irony, to be studying about the Well Tempered Clavier, in an absolutely ill-tempered mood.

With all due respect, I think the materials tested in the examinations are just pure rubbish. Not that the historical value is worthless, but the situations where you actually employ the knowledge are close to zilch. Unless you include wowing your non-musically educated friends with technical jargon and useless trivia.

Given a choice, I would gladly do away with History and throw in something more exciting, probably a compulsory assessment on ensemble skills - sextet and below. Afterall, since performance majors produce half-assed work as history majors, might as well make them do something relevant.

Better get going now. Or else more shit will come, from all possible directions and in all possible ways.