Unlike yesterday, which was filled with drippy leaves and wind gusts that nearly knocked me off my feet, today is a serene fall day in Boston. I love Boston in the fall. It makes me want to buy school supplies. (Casey and Emily, that's for you) All of the leaves are changing, if not already changed, there are people bundled up in sweaters out walking their dogs. I went into CVS this morning to get some baby oil to clean my false eyelashes (for my makeup class, no I'm not doing a drag show by night) and there was a beautiful lab mix sitting outside, hitched to a trash can. I always wonder what people are thinking when they bring their dog to run errands and then leave them summarily tied to a pole or a fire hydrant. Of course, I operate under the assumption that my dog is the most beautiful dog ever and someone would want him for their own so it would be careless and foolish for me to take my dog out and then leave him somewhere unattended.
Still at war with the DMA. After last week's meeting with the provost, I'm not holding out too much hope that things will change. I even called up one of my profs at IU and she said that, at the end of the road, I still need a DMA more than I need an artist diploma and I would be sorry I hadn't gotten the academic credential. What do you do when the institution issuing your terminal degree basically LIES about what you need to do to finish said degree? And they think the degree is just fine the way it is and why are you questioning us, we're the oldest music school in the country isn't that enough go on your merry way.
This is why I loathe higher education, and also why I have every intention of becoming a dean somewhere along the way. Because administration needs to not be the holding ground for people who weren't successful at anything else. I'll get off my soap box now.
Must dash to dance class. Today we're learning to waltz!
