|Seriously, I was in seventh grade. No joke.|
But I found myself saying, "Oh, alright, I guess I can sign up...I'm not making any promises though..." and was rewarded with much cheering. They wouldn't be cheering if they knew I hadn't sang for 12 years.
And apparently, I signed in blood, because the second I got home, I was inundated with Facebook friends, a new event and an personalized email detailing when my audition time is. Gulp.
|Let us be your friend. No harm will come to you. We promise....|
|Pwease sign up for my group. I'll love you foreverz.|
Speaking of out of my mind, we keep hearing the analogy "drinking from a fire hose", and, boy, they weren't kidding. In the past 3 days, I'm fairly certain I learned more than in several weeks of lectures during undergrad or my postbacc. Must cram it all. in. my. brain.
Also, have our first test in 2.5 weeks! What?
To add insult to serious studying, I'm sick. In fact, while writing this post, I coughed unexpectedly and a huge wad of phlegm landed on my computer screen. Excellent. Better there than in my professor's face I suppose.
In my haze of Sudafed and Advil delirium, I promptly forgot my locker combination the first day of school. Of course I wrote it down and left it...yep, you guessed it, at home. So I spent the first day carrying around two giant duffel bags of books and laptops and clothes, plus my purse. Oh, and did I forget to mention, I was in heels. Because I want to look professional. Silly me. And my eyes may have been watering from the random sneeze attacks I've been getting. I was a pretty pathetic sight.
I was carrying so much stuff that random strangers on the street asked if they could help me. The homeless guy was concerned about me. The shuttle driver physically got out of his seat to help me out of his van.
You know, that's probably why I signed up for singing. I blame the drugs.
PS. I'm going to sing "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid. Seriously out of my mind.