On Trial(s and Tri/(ju)bulation[s])

Dust streamed between the keys, desperate to escape from the harsh sunlight now invading their long peaceful and dark haven. Years of refuge and safety, free from the unpredictable whims of long dead musicians, hands, one moment gently gliding across the surface, barely even touching, the next; harsh, angry – pounding away at the command of a little “f”. Piano? Forte? They could never make up their minds. But it was a life long left behind, keys left in peace, in silence. Exploited no more…until now.

Right, that counts as ‘practicing’ for Thursdays English narrative – and thus this most definitely (Oh no! Had to correct that because I spelt it wrong again!) is not procrastination. I am however going to have tea in a minute, which most certainly is. I also managed to watch ‘Saved’ on Saturday too…ah well. Not a big deal, it only leads to a few personality disorders.

That’s what happens in trial exam week I guess. The above italicised ramble was somewhat inspired by yesterday’s attempted try for relaxation. Yes, piano-for-the-first-time-in-about-five-months was an extremely good plan to boost self esteem and study motivation. Piece after piece would end the same way: starting alright, the mind would think “I still got this!” followed by “Well that was terrible grammar and sentence structure,” which preceded “It’s not like you said it out loud or anything”, which came before “Yeah, but that’s not the point” then “I need to go to the book store…is it time for me to start reading autobiographies of politicians rather than the latest Charlie Bone book?”…by which stage the first half of the song, having gotten progressively worse over the past minute, would taper off to a point, whereupon a new song would be selected and the ordeal would begin once more.

Maybe going for a walk would be a better option.

If walking was implemented as a warrior on the front lines of STRESS WARS! (Time out for scrolling, long winded text about stressful political situations in galaxy’s far, far away) you’d probably need to have a shower, or at least a good scrub first, due to the strange phenomena where ink from highlighters, ballpoints an biros come together as one and teleport out of their respective tubes, and conveniently relocate themselves all over your hands and arms!!! This is particularly handy (no pun intended) when making notes, because then you can then proceed to make helpful colourful smudges all over the place.

Anyways, I have to get back to the rapturous joy that is: Physicstudy! (it’s time that it became one word)

Pointing in the wrong direction >>>