One more day...

Tomorrow is our LAST final. I can't believe it. Today was quite a struggle to get through. Last night there was a...family crisis...so I didn't get to bed until about 1, wake up a little after 5:30. I wasn't exactly what you call...'ready' to take the finals with with barely 4.5 hours of sleep under my belt. I also didn't have coffee because I didn't think that butterflies (from final nerves) and coffee would mix well. So all natural. I barely wore any makeup either, I was positive I would be rubbing my face all day (and I did.) So I made it through the finals (math was a joke, science, actually surprisingly slightly difficult) and I just wanted to CRASH. But no, we had to do German tongue twisters in German class. Woot. It doesn't help that I might have strep throat or an ulcer or SOMETHING in the back of my throat; I can't talk without wincing. It's actually ironic. I love piano/french horn, give it up for back. I find that I have a decent voice and go for voice lessons, sore throat/cold the time before, now this. What's next.

OH. So today I had piano lessons with Mr. B. Oh I love that man to DEATH!!!!! Even his home is just so welcoming and calming. Like I walk in there and always take a HUGE breath. It just smells old and homey...oh man I love him. I had a 35 minute lesson (new record!! though i was at the point of my spine snapping in half) with him, and he fixed some things, he encouraged me...it was great. It's these kind of lessons that make me think that I actually might have a talent in piano. And...that's really cool. I love him. I love piano.

We canceled my voice lesson (JUST TODAY'S LESSON: some people need some clarification cough cough SHORTY) because whatever is wrong with my throat. I kinda wanted it today, but I doubt that it would have gone well with this problem. RARGH.

One more day, then the weekend.

~Jenny