Thursday, April 27, 2006
This is hopeless. One hour before classes begin, I'm listening to spiffy Iranian pop tunes instead of dutifully memorising various types of religious chants or trying, for the umpteenth time, to bully my aurally-challenged ears into recognising the differences between classical Indian song genres. Bleh. I think I shall just give up on music and unwind with a bit of physiology revision.
Not that physio is much of an improvement. But at least I'm taking that class for a grade, and not pass/fail like I'm doing for music (even though my grades for that course are well above par - as long as my scholarship agency doesn't care what grades I get for such irrelevant courses, I don't see why I should worry overmuch). Which means, I had bloody well ace the final physio exam tomorrow. But music can go hang, for all my transcript cares.
Of course, I would be outright lying if I claimed not to care. But I could certainly care
less.
words were spilled on Thursday, April 27, 2006