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My So-Called Life

Countless weeks of blood, sweat, and cardboard, and finally concluding with only twenty more hours before I may start my three-day holiday… only to have to reassemble my brain for school. Nonetheless, I have never felt so anticipated to go to school in any time frame of my life. It’s a new and epic feeling, but not quite a movie. Yet.

It’s not time to wave goodbye to home yet, though. I have yet a few days of further anticipated spent time with family and friends (hopefully. I’ll think of something if not). There are still many boxes to fill, many computer manifestations for preparation, and, of course, savouring the last of home-cooking for the eight-month term that I will be an absent body of this traditionally family home. It’s time to take my nomadism for a test-drive.

I’ve braced myself to finally bid a short farewell to the many common-sided players of Final Fantasy XI; strangely enough, even though it’s just a video game, it’s almost like leaving a something good behind – almost like leaving home. It won’t be nearly as painstaking as it would saying goodbye to family and leaving a home that I’ve attached myself to closely for a long eleventh annum, but the feeling of something missing still lingers.

But it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. To be educated and to anticipate a good experience (with all hopes toward experience) is something that only comes at one specific space in time, and tossing up that offer is almost like throwing away the chance to live: you’ll have no body to live within. I just hope we’ll get some good weather in these years.

We’re still talking in the near future here, though. Still, with two more days of cardboard infiltration and petty dramatisation, the days treat themselves to a long coffee break: time works slowly when you’re working for time. The only saddening thing is the fact that this experience at Royal Containers has been the only real experience where I’ve been able to see my father for a good, long amount of time, for since he has been working at this company – eleven years, approximately – and having such an experience end is a real disappointment, in a way, as I will probably see less of him after I go to school. At least I have more proof to gloat at how great of a person he can be.

The problem with this work experience is how much it has been getting in the way of my preparation for my experience in Waterloo; I haven’t had any time to practice music! For the two months with the lack of using an embrochure, I have lost all sense of ability to play a horn at all! (Oh, and did I mention that we had bought a horn? A Jupiter, but it will suffice for now) I gave myself a bit of a test run the other day, and found no sense of proper embrouchure that I had worked for months on obtaining. Hopefully I’ll have enough time to bring back this embrouchure and be able to preform sublime in an audition. At this rate, I’m praying for another miracle (I’m beginning to believe in them again, in some ways.)

Now, speaking of practice, I necessitate sleep to give myself more time to practice. This should mean that I should sleep. Sleep is good, yes.