To bail or not to bail? That’s one question.
9:56 p.m.
I mentioned my student of the unpronounceable last name before. I think he really is trying to learn something. Last week I taught him about breath support and today it was obvious that he’s been trying to get the principles right. So we discussed vocal space in today’s lesson, and I got him to make a good “aw” sound, as opposed to the “uh” he was making before. He still has some problems singing in his own register. I demonstrate an exercise in my octave, and he promptly imitates me in falsetto. But he was getting it right before the session was up.
My student of the unpronounceable last name understands everything I say to him in English, but he says very little. It turns out he speaks five different languages, four of them African. I am duly impressed. No wonder he’s shy with English.
The music we are doing in choir makes me want to gag. I have to ask myself why I am actually there this term. Why? Again, that loyalty thing. I really don’t know. Some of the songs our fearless leader has chosen are so incredibly terrible that I really and truly don’t want to be singing them. I just can’t understand his choices, nor his taste. Gah!
After yesterday’s melt (the river is quite high), the temperature has plunged once more. I’m looking forward to a week in the sun. I really am.
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