The Mad Rants of a Raving Genius

Don’t you hate it when someone complains about something but doesn’t do anything to fix the situation? Take this small group of freshmen in band at the football game Friday. One is a trumpet (sits right behind me) and the other is a clarinet (right in front of me). The whole time–and I mean the whole time–the two are talking back and forth about how stupid the game is (we won 69-7, so I suppose the futility of it all on the part of the opposing team might have accounted for that), how much they hated band, and how it sucked sitting in the cold playing pep band music for home football games. I was tempted a few times to turn around, smack the trumpet player and tell him to stop bitching about what he can’t change. It bugged me that much.

It’s the assholes–I mean kids–like him and his buddy that make band no fun. All the people who provided all the fun times have graduated, my class has one or two people who measure up to their predecessors, and all the underclassmen–to put it bluntly–suck in many ways. Band is no longer as fun as it was when I was a freshman. Of course, I try to make what I can out of it, but I’m not the type to be, as the drum major my freshman year put it, en-THU-siastic. I mean, I clap along with the cheers, but it’s really, really hard to be engaged in the game when surrounded by whining freshmen and sophomores.

Other than that, things seem to be fine. School is going swimmingly, with the exception of calculus, in which I’ve procrastinated so much with the homework that I’m sure to sink like a rock once the end of the quarter rolls around. I hate busy work. Physics is exactly the opposite. It may be challenging, but I understand it and can actually do the problems (mostly because the book explains it). Nothing to report on the rest of my classes.

Now, to finish working on my UW application…