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Saturday, February 26, 2005
Hard Judging
Today I had Solo and Ensemble at Merrill. I didn't have a lot of fun and that's mostly because I was sick, no, all because I was sick and my shoes were evil wenches and gave me nasty blisterage. My first event was clarinet choir, which sucked (sorry if that offended anyone) and we got a 1st, then I had woodwind ensemble, which I thought was a lot better but not as good as we could've done and we got a 1st on that.
Last I had my duet with Job at, almost the end of the day (we were the 2nd to last to perform in that room) and I was just completely dead. I couldn't blow very hard because my throat was killing me and I was all phlemy (sorry, it's gross, I know), and coughing with no voice. So we made it through the 1st movement fine although I know the fortes (f) and fortissimos (ff) would've been tons better had I been healthy. Then the second movement... I knew I wasn't going to be able to make it through and I didn't, I just started hacking and tried not to gag so then I asked in a barely there, squeaky voice to start where we left off and at first Job had no idea what we were doing but then we started again and he got it. After that I made it through the rest of the song and started hacking again.
Then the judge, Keith Olsen came up to us to talk to us, give us our critique and he was amazed by my tonguing on clarinet and my clarity even though I had a horrible cold. He only said we needed to make the f's and ff's louder but he understood that I couldn't put a lot of air through my throat because of my cold.
As soon as I got out of the room I gave Job my clarinet and said I had to use the bathroom. I ended up going all the way downstairs because I couldn't find it upstairs and then I just started hacking and my stomach got all knotted, I gagged, and yea... kind of got sick but I didn't make a mess and I felt kind of better after but I felt really bad that I had to stop in the second movement. I found my mom and Job and went to my sister's woodwind quintet only to realize in my rush to the bathroom that I had left my backpack back in the room. I had, by then burst out into tears because I felt horrible (emotionally and physically) thinking I'd screwed up my chances of state by hacking in the middle of the piece and also being upset about getting sick. Then Job went back to our room and got the backpack and just made it in the room before the door was closed.
Then we just relaxed listening to the quintet, which wasn't bad at all just a little off because of the restricted practice due to the hectic schedules(they ended up getting a 2nd). Then a nice bus ride in the back with Kt Barbian, Hooker, Job, and me to the RHS and to where I now sit, in the comfort of my usually uncomfortable pc chair.
Today I had Solo and Ensemble at Merrill. I didn't have a lot of fun and that's mostly because I was sick, no, all because I was sick and my shoes were evil wenches and gave me nasty blisterage. My first event was clarinet choir, which sucked (sorry if that offended anyone) and we got a 1st, then I had woodwind ensemble, which I thought was a lot better but not as good as we could've done and we got a 1st on that.
Last I had my duet with Job at, almost the end of the day (we were the 2nd to last to perform in that room) and I was just completely dead. I couldn't blow very hard because my throat was killing me and I was all phlemy (sorry, it's gross, I know), and coughing with no voice. So we made it through the 1st movement fine although I know the fortes (f) and fortissimos (ff) would've been tons better had I been healthy. Then the second movement... I knew I wasn't going to be able to make it through and I didn't, I just started hacking and tried not to gag so then I asked in a barely there, squeaky voice to start where we left off and at first Job had no idea what we were doing but then we started again and he got it. After that I made it through the rest of the song and started hacking again.
Then the judge, Keith Olsen came up to us to talk to us, give us our critique and he was amazed by my tonguing on clarinet and my clarity even though I had a horrible cold. He only said we needed to make the f's and ff's louder but he understood that I couldn't put a lot of air through my throat because of my cold.
As soon as I got out of the room I gave Job my clarinet and said I had to use the bathroom. I ended up going all the way downstairs because I couldn't find it upstairs and then I just started hacking and my stomach got all knotted, I gagged, and yea... kind of got sick but I didn't make a mess and I felt kind of better after but I felt really bad that I had to stop in the second movement. I found my mom and Job and went to my sister's woodwind quintet only to realize in my rush to the bathroom that I had left my backpack back in the room. I had, by then burst out into tears because I felt horrible (emotionally and physically) thinking I'd screwed up my chances of state by hacking in the middle of the piece and also being upset about getting sick. Then Job went back to our room and got the backpack and just made it in the room before the door was closed.
Then we just relaxed listening to the quintet, which wasn't bad at all just a little off because of the restricted practice due to the hectic schedules(they ended up getting a 2nd). Then a nice bus ride in the back with Kt Barbian, Hooker, Job, and me to the RHS and to where I now sit, in the comfort of my usually uncomfortable pc chair.
Mandy ~ 5:33 PM