hmm how do i put this.
raffles symphonic band got gold.
i’m not disappointed with that or anything, but i’m not happy either. it’s like the results don’t matter anymore, in a way. i’m more relieved i guess with the gold, rather than satisfied.
when the results were out my heart just went crashing onto the marble floor. the gold didn’t even break the fall a bit.
i really think we got lucky. i mean, not that we should be getting a silver, by our standard. it’s just that luck definitely played a part in what we got.
listening to the recordings now i wanna crawl into a hoe and hide there for a week.
oh and i’m really tired right now. it would be great if i could have another week to myself to hibernate but there’s school for the next two days so i guess i can’t ): there’s like piles of work waiting to be done urgh.
okay today was a very bad day. the only time i was happy was when i was playing the horn or when i’m with my section. the rest of the time i was either very stoned, unemotional, or very depressed (after the results came out). seriously i felt like locking myself inside a cube and just crying to let everything out (which is kind of what i did when i suddenly disappeared from the group and went off to the washroom haha sorry).
i’m okay now btw people. you can stop spamming me with get well soon and cheerup wishes haha (:
oh recordings ended. gosh did we really sound like that and managed to get a freaking gold o.o
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