Since Tony Pierce just linked to me, I suppose I should start writing again.





I just got back from the Illinois Music Educator's Association All-State Conference, because I am a very serious professional. I found this game at a general music booth at the convention. It made me wish I was a general music major.






















Actually, I was behaving like anything but a serious professional. As soon as I got to the conference, I saw Alex and promptly ditched the people from U of I and ran off to hang with him and the DePaul music people. I barely even managed to learn the names of half the people who were there from my own school; the fact is, I think, that DePaul people are just more fun than U of I people. I went to - I swear to God - TWO of the twenty or so clinics I could have gone to, because I was dicking around with Alex and Jessi or chilling with my high school band director. The bf was there playing cello in the honor orchestra, so I spent a good deal of my time with him, and very little time actually learning anything about music education.

I have decided that when I am an old band director, ready to be put out to pasture, I'm going to host an IMEA clinic entitled, "Band: The One True Way into the Kingdom of Heaven."

WHATEVER, I say! I had a much better time catching up with people I don't see often enough than I would have had going to clinics and workshops. And I've got a good three or four years before I even have to THINK about applying any of that stuff in the classroom.

As soon as I got back to Champaign, I collapsed into a coma, only to be awoken by my bff back home drunk dialing me. Apparently, she was in the middle of some wild activity which she couldn't quite articulate to me, when she suddenly thought of me. Well, she suddenly thought about the fact that I was probably asleep even though it was 10:00 on a Saturday night, and she felt obligated to wake me up. Thanks, Em.

posted at 2:25 PM by Alison

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