I’m not sure what about going to SMU is making me happy, but somehow I continue. I’d much rather have gotten up this morning, and sat out on the back deck, enjoying the sun. Instead I had to put up with the overcrowded buses [full of young children on the way home, no less] and watch 6 or more people filter into Mythology late, coffees in hand, weaving their way down the aisles towards the front, interrupting most of the class. Not to mention the tick, tick, tick of a non-descript guy sitting next to me taking notes on his computer. Now I understand why some professors don’t allow laptops in class: it’s fucking irritating.
I wonder why I keep going through the motions, losing sleep, and pouring unnecessarily large amounts of money into an institution that sees me as a number. To boot, they’re closing the German major program. I’m safe, but in subsequent years it won’t be available. According to John, my prof, it was deemed necessary for the “unsuccessful program.” However, John’s counter-argument is that German is actually one of the most successful programs at SMU, based on its size [somewhere in the 90% range]. However, due to it being a one-professor department, it was the most logical place for cuts. It’s not like they would make any in the Psychology department, with its 20-something professors.
I’m a little miffed, because yesterday when I looked online at the coming year’s class list, there is no 4th year German on it. So I’m likely going to have to take classes at Dal at some point to get my diploma. I thought SMU was one university, one world, mine. Hah. So they’re sending me off to another school to finish my degree. Does it make any sense?
On another note, I’m getting nowhere with my music. All I want to do is record, but damn! It is expensive. My guy at work tells me $2,500 to do up an EP. That’s 8 goddamn songs. Imagine when I try to go ahead with a full-length album. I’d be paying more to release it than I would ever get back in sales. Maybe I can afford it, if I save my pennies for another 5 years. I’d probably have more luck if I bought some software, built a sound booth in my basement, and did it all myself…
Now, there’s an idea.
I could always book some shows, which is also on my list of to dos, but I don’t know anybody in the business. I’ve tried. I’ve failed. So far. I guess all I need is motivation, and time. All the free time I ever have goes toward writing and sometimes sleeping. NEW PLAN:
Songwriter for hire. Call me.