I've been picked up and transported into the new place. I once was starry-eyed and pined for the moment when I'd be a real music student.
It's not that different from last semester except:
I actually learn things that interest me
I don't bike across campus all day long
I don't see hordes of disgusting and strange people on Forrest Mall or Palm Walk.
I spend 98% of my time in the music building or Gammage.
I eat at a cute picnic table in the sun.
My days don't drag on.
I don't feel my mind constantly filtering through the deluge of humanist/statist agendas.


I'm just so relaxed here. Even though there's at least 3 gay guys in each one of my classes, I'm so thankful to be in this bubble. I'm overjoyed to be so far removed from the rest of that nightmare campus.
I am sad for parts of my old life. Mainly my 3x a week schedule and Mr. Bardin.
He's the best teacher ever and my schedule was amazing. I left the Bardin Music Studio because I'm in Herberger, and now I drive down there every day.
I didn't get Walter Cosand this semester as Mr. Bardin suggested.
Instead I'm studying with his doctoral student, Qingqing Ye.
Yay. Another piano performance Asian.
Cosand says he is, "very different from mr Bardin." Not a good sign. First lesson tomorrow.
You know what cracks me up, when 20-something's are working on their DOCTORATE.
They give out papers like candy these days I swear.


Still glad to be here.