Showing posts with label unhappy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unhappy. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Songs that are significant to me

For some reason I decided to think about songs that represent me. Maybe it's because I'm studying songs in English. Anyway, this is probably going to be a long post with a lot of videos. Here goes:

1. I Still Call Australia Home and The Aeroplane Song



Surprise surprise, these two are first.

If that actually did come as a surprise to you, let me tell you this: I conquered my phobia of loud noises to the tune of The Aeroplane Song (featured at the end of my video in my post The Journey: Live Another Day with additions) followed by I Still Call Australia HomeThe Journey, a 15-page Word document I wrote detailing how I conquered my phobia, mentions this.

And so, after locating the flush button I walked into the cubicle and began to sing the aeroplane song that I made up when I was about 10- the one with only two lines.
“Aeroplane, flying high
Aeroplane, in the sky”
Even though that song now enters my head at a much higher pitch than it used to, I hit that first note, a high E flat, pretty nicely. That song sounded the best I’d ever heard it in that tiny cubicle since everything resonated in there quite well.
It calmed me down until I actually had to flush the toilet. Ever since my first encounter with an aeroplane toilet I have not been able to stay in the cubicle while flushing it. I wanted this time to be different, but I was petrified.
So I compromised. I washed my hands and unlocked the door and started singing I Still Call Australia Home again and only when my hand was on the handle for me to make a quick escape, I flushed it.
Although the sudden noise made me jump I found that one emotion that I would normally expect to be there was not. Fear. I was not afraid of the aeroplane toilet.
2. Eleanor Rigby, Help!, Viva la Vida, Final Countdown and Fireflies

(Videos removed due to blog post being too slow to load. I'll provide links instead.)
Eleanor Rigby- The Beatles
Help!- The Beatles
Viva la Vida- Coldplay (note: for some reason, this link sometimes takes me to the login page of Youtube).
The Final Countdown- Europe
Fireflies- Owl City

These are all grouped together because I believe that all of these songs encouraged me to listen to different genres of music, not just classical.

School was the main reason I began paying attention to these songs (with the exception of maybe Viva la Vida). We looked at Eleanor Rigby and Help! in Music Literature and we're playing Fireflies and The Final Countdown in band.

Also this line from Eleanor Rigby caught my attention:

Waits at the window, wearing a mask that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
3. Soundtrack from The Legend of Spyro

I think the soundtrack (well some of the tracks anyway) got me interested in choral music and gave me a different perspective on orchestral music. In addition, This Broken Soul (The Legend of Spyro: The Eternal Night which will be referred to hereafter as TEN) and Guide You Home (The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon which will be referred to hereafter as DotD) also encouraged me to listen to other genres of music.

Some of the other more significant tracks include (names are taken from the composers' website):
  1. Cinematic (The Legend of Spyro: A New Beginning which will be referred to hereafter as ANB, DotD)
  2. Cynder Boss Convexity (ANB)
  3. The credits music from ANB (which is also used in one level in DotD)
  4. Dragon Temple (ANB) to some extent
  5. Black Powers (TEN)
  6. Dragon Temple (TEN)
  7. Grove Action (TEN)
  8. Well of Souls (TEN)
  9. Burned Lands (DotD)
  10. Dragon City Golem Encounters (DotD)
  11. Small Valley Action (DotD)
  12. Small Valley (DotD)
All of these tracks can be heard at http://kneubuhlmann.com/music.html.

4. Saint-Saƫns' Sonata for Clarinet and Piano

I can't play the middle bit.

Anyway... sometimes, when I'm upset, I think "let the river flow" and this song comes into my head.

5. Bohemian Rhapsody

Again, this one helped me to listen to a wider variety of music. My first experience with it was playing it on my clarinet at Health Camp.

Sometimes, when I'm really upset, the line "any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me" comes into my head.

This one probably relates more to the imaginary me (whose title and first name are in this blog's URL) though. She was protesting against something violently. Thank goodness true magicals can use resurrection abilities depending on the situation, or she would be even more beside herself than she is now.

6. The Pi Song



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I'll have to round it off there- this post is getting long and is making my computer slow, plus I have to go and play clarinet now. There will be more later though!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Spelling [Doesn't] Matter- Part 2

After a long post which equates to 5 and a half pages of size 11 Calibri font on Microsoft Word (or 3 370 words, if you prefer), I'm back for more ranting!

Art

I don't remember that much about art in primary school. The amount we did lessened in upper primary school. One thing I do remember, however, was making a paper mache version of Earth in year 6. Basically we applied paper mache on a balloon and when it dried, we popped the balloon, painted the paper mache and stuck white paper coloured green on it for the continents. I had to get someone else to inflate my balloon for me and my globe was the smallest, cutest (in size) and roundest of the lot.

There was a small hole where the neck of the balloon was in every globe and it was in this hole where string was attached so that the globes could be hung from the classroom ceiling. Most people had glued on the continents so that the north pole was where the hole was, but I'd done mine so that the south pole was where the hole was. Consequently, my globe was upside down, compared with the stereotypical globe. When the string was attached to my globe, I held my globe by the string and said to the arts assistant, "My world is upside down."

LOTE (Languages Other Than English, which in my school's case was French)

Nobody liked it, so consequently nobody wanted to do it, so consequently nobody tried. I recall one girl in my class asking the French assistant, "Why is French so boring?" Another memory I have is of someone doing "1, 2, 3, 1, 2" in which they took two steps backwards for every three steps forwards, all because they didn't want to go to French.

In year 7 I annoyed my French teacher by telling him that I was going to learn Chinese in high school. This year I'm going to be doing French and Chinese. Go figure.

Music- Normal class

Most of what we did was sing. Occasionally we had to learn the names of the notes too. Not hard because I could play piano. One game we played involved having to jump onto a musical staff and the teacher would ask what note you had landed on. You could easily rig this by jumping onto the same note every time. That was only a minor flaw, however. The major flaw was that the staff didn't have a clef on it. It was assumed to be treble clef but it could also have been bass clef, alto clef, tenor clef or... percussion clef. "No, Miss, I am not standing on the C line, I am standing on the snare drum line." Or, if you prefer, "I'm sorry, but I've decided to be in alto clef today, so this note is a D, not a C." Unfortunately, back then, I only knew of treble clef and bass clef, so I could only make bass clef jokes (which I didn't, but there was one time I landed on the C space and I said E before quickly changing my answer to C, although E would have been correct in bass clef).

Music- Choir and Community Singing

In choir, the teacher generally spent most of the class yelling at us to shut up. Most people didn't really want to be there, but it was a choice between that and doing work on Behind the News or other fascinating stuff in those non-choir classes.

As for community singing, that was a little better as the class was smaller. Once we had a relief teacher who came around and made sure we were all singing. I easily countered this by mouthing the words when she wasn't nearby and singing when she was.

My neighbour- the husband of the zucchini-loving family- said that when he was in primary school, he would always mouth the words in choir practice, but when they actually had to perform, he would sing really loudly because the teacher couldn't stop him then. Today he is a primary school principal.

Sport

I hated sport, because I never understood the point of getting sweaty and tired chasing after a ball just to score goals. I felt inferior and if I actually tried then people would laugh at me, thus creating a vicious cycle. I was a good runner- both cross-country and sprints- until year 7, when I lost my ability in long-distance running.

Health

Health in year 4 was just listening to the teacher talk. Consequently, it was our favourite class. After that I think we just occasionally touched on topics related to health. Always physical health- never mental health. The first time I did mental health at school was in year 9.

On second thoughts- we did do health as a separate subject in year 6! We learned about wonderful stuff like caffeine and if I remember correctly, nutrition and risk taking. Apparently talking in class is a risk, because it means that you could get into trouble (i.e. have your name written on the board). We also learned about that wonderful thing known as puberty and we got to watch a lovely old video called "What's Happening to Me?"

Last but not least, I have just realised that I have forgotten one part of my music education in primary school. I can't believe that I've forgotten it.

Music- Clarinet

(Speaking of which, I should be practising that thing right about now.)

Another subject in which I learned something! I learned how to play the complete lower register and most of the upper register (the only note I had trouble with was the highest C in the standard range). I also learned how to tongue. I didn't practise very much but somehow I got an A for clarinet both years and my teacher thought that I was "an organised and reliable student who always works well in lessons!"

Other notes on primary school
  1. Too much standardised testing preparation! I remember telling one of the teachers (my year 1 teacher) about my annoyance (she was on duty and I was randomly talking to her). I asked her something like, "You can't fail or anything like that, so why does it matter?" She asked me why not being able to fail causes the tests to not matter. She was probably trying me to change my frame of mind. I think she may have succeeded, which was all the worse for me.
  2. Homework was generally one sheet due back the next week- that is, if we had homework at all. I decided to finish each sheet on the night I got them. My teacher always seemed slightly annoyed whenever I handed in homework early.
  3. Every day, in lower primary school, we would have to greet our teachers with a "Good morning, Mr/Mrs/Miss [whatever]" in the morning and a "Good afternoon, Mr/Mrs/Miss [whatever]" in the afternoon. Most times, we would sing our "good mornings" or our "good afternoons." As we progressed to upper primary school, teachers began to tell us to "say it, don't sing it," and eventually we all managed to get over the habit. It was very funny to listen to the school greeting a teacher in school assemblies because the disparity between the two halves of the school was obvious! It was also funny in the first or second week in high school when my S+E teacher said, "Good morning," and a few people started singing, "Good morning Mr..." and then cut off.
  4. In primary school, I learned two bicycle rules before learning how to ride a bike. In year 1 or 2, we were taught to walk our bikes across the road. In year 7 we were taught to ride on the road as the law says that only children under the age of 12, or those accompanying children under the age of 12, are allowed to ride on the footpath. This isn't a good thing if you learn how to ride a bike over that age as when you can't ride a bike properly, it's probably not a good idea to ride on the road. I will admit, however, that the law is not the fault of primary school.
  5. I'm currently looking at the school policies listed on my primary school's website and it says on the year 1-3 time-out sheet the first question is, "What did you do?" There are a few checkboxes such as "I was talking too much." After this it says, "I will write a sentence:" The sensible junior primary student would write a random sentence not related to their behaviour. If a teacher tries to punish them further, they can use the badly worded question in their defence.
  6. Another thing that it says is that physical assault of staff or other students or verbal abuse or harassment of staff will result in suspension. What about verbal abuse or harassment of students?
  7. If you were part of that group who arrived at school before 8.25am, classmates would say something like, "Wow, you were here early!" At my high school it's normal to arrive at that time although classes in my high school start 10 minutes later than they did in primary school.
  8. I'm going to go back to the subject of rules yet again. Another rule was that you were not allowed in the buildings at all during recess or lunch unless "wet weather" was called, in which case you had to go into a designated building depending on your year level. There was a time when access to the library was permitted during recess or lunch, but I think that was dropped when I was still in lower primary school.
  9. In year 6 we had to write down all of the books we were reading. I filled in two sheets. After that, I couldn't be bothered- probably because I was too busy reading.
Well, that's almost all from me. Apparently some cyclone or whatever is due to hit south of here, so we're going to get a thunderstorm and I should turn the laptop charger off.