I finally remembered to bring my metronome to work today. Luke, my 9 year old student, thought it was THE COOLEST thing ever. He had a hard time playing with it at first, which always made me loathe the thing as a kid, but he still thought it was SO COOL and wanted to know WHERE he could get one for himself. He also was thrilled to show off his awesome multiplication skills when I wanted to switch from the quarter note getting the beat to the eighth note getting the beat. When Luke’s lesson is over, he always sends his 7 year old brother Kyle in for his lesson. Kyle opened the door and gave the room a quick once-over, like he was looking for something really big, and said (loudly),
“Where’s the metronome thingy? Luke said there was gonna be a metronome thingy!” I picked it up the small ticker and showed it to him,
“This is it. Do you want to see how it works?” Kyle’s face immediately fell.
“Oh. Luke said I was gonna be really surprised.” He paused, shook his said wryly and said, “I’m not.”
In other news, I bought an electronic piano today, secondhand from my boss.
The only thing it doesn’t have is weighted keys, which would give it more the feel of a real piano. Nonetheless, it was a great deal, and after I moved Mary Beth’s bed into the living room it fit perfectly. Ah, I’m kidding. I had to move my dresser into my closet, but it’s a sacrifice willingly made. All that remains to do now is get a good pair of headphones so as not to bother the roomies when pounding out Regina Spektor’s “Apres Moi” or tripping over Clair de Lune.
This semester is a tough one, with 5 classes total, 3 of them upper-level and reading/writing intensive. I’ve become a bit burned out on writing the opinion column and, obviously, blogging. I hate that I feel so apathetic toward writing, but I’m too apathetic to overcome that apathy. Music is becoming more important to me (not that it was ever less important) and I find myself drumming piano fingerings on my desk during particularly long lectures. I am counting down the weeks until summer (6 1/2!), even though I usually hate summer. I find if I have low expectations, my expectations will be pleasantly exceeded. I know, I’m a regular Pollyanna. We found an apartment we like and will be moving in hopefully in June. Maybe I will finally have room for all my instruments and 1/4 of my books!