Bad form to follow up a rant with another rant, but oh well.

I screwed RK up REAL BAD today. Feel slightly guilty about it, but only slightly. One of the things which galls me most in life is people who spout nonsense with a straight face. Or rather, teachers who don't get their facts right, and people believe them because they're, well, teachers. I frankly get murderous urges whenever I see this occur. RK is the main culprit mostly.

'J.S. Bach wrote for a six-stringed cello in one of his Cello Suites.'

Me: (in a loud voice) 'FIVE!!'

Sheesh. She's supposed to be a cellist herself, you know. The suite in question is, of course, Cello Suite no. 6, which is sometimes attributed to the viola da gamba, but this is mostly discredited today.

Second take: She was asking us to classify instruments according to the Hornborstel-Sachs system.

'Okay, A (identity protected), what is a celesta?'

A: 'Er... erm... uhh... an idiophone.' (Correct answer.)

'What is a piano?'

Murmurs of 'chordophone'.

'So a celesta is - '

Me: (in a loud voice) 'An idiophone!'

I mean, what the hell? But then again, I guess she can be forgiven this little transgression because 1) she is a pianist, not a percussionist and 2) she teaches History, not Orchestration.

I feel so extremely vindictive lately. A demonic aura has been hanging over me - I think it's probably because I'm soooo troubled about the anti-Nazi revolution that I've begun channeling my hatred towards everyone around me.

To all my friends: I'm sorry if I hurt you. Really, I am. I'll make it up, I promise.

Sometimes I just feel like destroying everything in my way. Maybe I am already getting cynical.

I give my heart and soul, my time and effort, for the people I really care about, and all that happens is that it gets returned to me in pieces.

No scholarship.
No leadership position.
No recognition whatsoever.
No girl. (Maybe this will change this year.)

Maybe it's time to stop giving.

Nah. I will still never turn down anyone in need of my help. A promise is a promise.

Except J, who is in danger of losing my protection because she helps the kimchi - guilty by association. (It's still not too late to turn back!)

On another note, I'm firing on all cylinders with my practice. Never before in my life have I practised so much! My repertoire nowadays looks something like this:

J.S. Bach Cello Suite no 6 in D (Prelude)
Haydn Cello Concerto in C Major Hob. VIIb:1 (complete)
Beethoven Cello Sonata no 3 n A Major op. 69 (1st and 4th movements)
Handel-Halvorsen Passacaglia
Chen Gang, Sunshine Over Tashkurgan

That's quite a lot of work.