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Advanced Conducting Journal, 1/16/10
Training wheels, birthday cake, the first car. All rites of passage. My rite, in this class, is to find the perfect baton. My current baton is one notch above a stick found in a forest preserve. The kind of stick someone picks up, swears at for several hours, removes the bark with single-ply toilet paper, and then charged 6 dollars for its usage.
I pity the poor bastard who fell for that terrible, jagged, unbalanced “baton.”
I need something people will respect when they look at me on the podium. Something that fits in my hand, balances at the proper point, and says, “Follow me, I am a leader.”
Until then, it’ll be hard for me to think about much else in my class. Then, I can blow out the candles. Only then will there be delicious musical cake for everyone.
That was my conducting journal, which was graded today. I received a 3.5 out of 5 possible points, for being “superficial.”
haha