Date for Entry: (Sunday 24 November 2024)
Actual Date of Online Entry: (Saturday 30 November 2024)
[T1, W:12 – WD:56,
(Td:X)*].
Dear Diary,
This morning I went to work in
the library instead of going to the service. I did not have a steelband
performance today. I decided to work on practical questions for the textbook.
My time there was done until 9:30 as usual. Ria didn't come and I had forgotten
to call her that night. We had steelband practice starting with my arrangement
from 2022 of "Away in a Manger".
The problem was smooth rolling
from the tenors. He went into an exercise that was quavers for 4 bears and then
semiquavers for 1 beat. Then he moved on to his "Carol of the Bells",
which was the last song. The problem with this one was staying on time with
everyone. The session was long and very tiring. I was hungry when I got back
home.
Decided to stay like that for the
whole day. Daddy ended up misplacing the keys. I packed up some work to do. The
dark clouds were already packed in the sky and he was wondering if they would
cancel the practice today. I texted Miss and she was in church still. Mr
Marcelle was going to be slightly late.
I decided to go and if no one was
there I would still do my. Work on the laptop at school. We had a short wait
for a short shower and were then out to Curepe. I went onto a bus that was
waiting.* The road was very scary just yesterday with an empty road and because
of this, the arrival to Sixth Avenue was quick. I almost got hit by a car on
the road.
Entering the compound, a dog
started to bark at me. The guard was wondering why they were doing that and
after our chat, we were wondering if it was their mating season too with their
behaviour. I went to collect my laptop and then moved down to the music room.
She said that everyone here for practice was already down in the music room.
Only four section leaders were in
the room with Mr Marcelle. He was checking and making inserts. I stood with
them keeping the pulse with the toc-toc. We found that 1 PM reached up on us
quickly. Slowly the rest of the attendees were coming in. They worked on the
section just before the verse for a long.
At some point, Mr Marcelle sent
me to the next room before the drill practice commenced to make sure they had
everything alright and then to help teach three of the tenors the first portion
of the verse. The new part was not added with the rest of the band.
Maybe Sir had ideas to take the
music in a new direction. There was difficulty with reading the syncopation
written in cut-time. I had to transcribe the bar into crotchet beats and then
use the closed-gate style of writing to understand what to tell the children.
It was written in shorthand-like notation from Roberts and also opened-gate.
Toward the last part of the
practice, he had put me in charge of drilling the band while he went to speak
to the persons assisting with the concert outside. The same thing was run three
times and then from Da Capo. It was recorded in the regular slow tempo and made
it to 6 minutes. But I was concerned about the 'a tempo'. I would admit that I
did not get time to listen to the original song on YouTube as yet. It was nice
of Sir to send me the updated score.
When practice was over a lot of
the children were already on their way home. The sky was worse than yesterday
and the quadrangle was filled scarily. I had never seen the school as a temple
of water before. Me, Jess, Mr Marcelle and Mel were kept back waiting for the
rain to over along with four students. At 5:55 the rain had calmed and two boys
and I walked up to the bus route. They left before me but we took the same
maxi.
Seems like the rain moved up
Curepe. I was soaking wet after running for shelter under the terminal, or
maybe I should say the smokers' hub of all nasty kinds. That night, I finished
the painting that took me three nights to do ().
I got three more done before
going to the computer to work for the night. Jess was asking me to copy and
paste something into a letter but I realised she had given me some ingredients
for the letter and wanted me to write it. I messaged back admitting that I didn't
know how to do it. We planned for her to do the letter tomorrow and I work the
Form 4s tomorrow while they do an ABRSM Grade 3 past paper.
I worked on journal entries too.
I ended up bringing the laptop home with me to get what I had typed out last
week Friday. Sadly, the entry for the Monday of that week was not saved. I will
have to type it back over tomorrow. I took note of the entries to work on
tomorrow. Before I ended the night, painted two more images on Facebook. I couldn't
make it anymore and had to fight to make it to the bed again. Where did the
weekend go?
Daryl
Zion M. Ali
(11:40 am – 5:55 pm)
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