Malfunction
May 17th 2008
Yup. I think that describes my week.
I can say I had the worst week of my sophomore school year this week.
Monday started off horribly because I had failed to work on my Asian Studies DBQ and reading and had stayed up basically all night trying to finish. I only got a maximum of two hours of sleep. What joy-
Tuesday was a bit better because my tutor had to cancel our class today. I went home but I had to practice for my test at my hagwon. Uhoh. I hadn’t been practicing. I was scared and nervous at the fact that I wouldn’t do well. But I also had quizzes and tests and homework I had to do before I could practice. I finished my homework at nearly 12:00 am, although I don’t know why since I had more time than usual. And I couldn’t practice at one in the morning because it would frustrate the neighbors. Even if I was a fabulous singer, which I obviously am not, they would still complain.
Then comes the day of my breakdown. Wednesday. The day of my test at hagwon. After school, I went straight to my hagwon in Gangnam and waited for my lesson at 4:00pm. It was ten past and my teacher did not show. I text her & her reply: we don’t have a lesson today. That was when I started to panic. “What??! No lesson?? She still didn’t teach me how to start the song! What?! How I am I supposed to sing when my test is in three hours??!”
Fortunately, she was upstairs in the recording studio and had come down to teach me. Phew.
Things should have gotten better, but it did not. It was 6:55 and I started to pack my things and head upstairs to the recording studio. It was time and I didn’t have any other way to get myself out of it. I had no other choice.
“Are you ready?”
I would usually say “yes” in a loud and confident voice, but that day I could only nod my head slightly.
“Ok, let’s do it.”
I don’t remember how, but I sang the whole song. The engineer told me not to look at the lyrics and try again. I tried a second time and, again, I sang it through once.
“Good job. You can come out now.”
I was so angry at myself as I put down the headphones. Why am I so bad? Why couldn’t I have done any better? I opened the door and I couldn’t move. My teacher came out, but I just slowly leaned against the wall and tried hard to make sure I didn’t cry. I guess that didn’t help because before I knew it, tears were rolling down my face. It may not seem like a big deal, but it was to me. Words can’t describe it. I think there’s something to music that makes people feel so emotional sometimes. It’s different from failing a written test at school. Why and how? I do not know.
I walked into the next room where I talked with my teacher and the engineer. They were obviously trying to cheer me up, which I was very thankful for. But I knew it wasn’t true. They knew I could have done better.
“The important thing is you didn’t go down from where you were before.” My teachers are always talking to me about steps and how singing is related to that. You start at the bottom of the staircase and slowly climb up. You progress and, at one point, you will sooner or later reach the flat part of the staircase. That is where I am right now. I’ve made extremely good progress these past seven months or so and I am stuck and struggling to climb up to the next level. It’s actually pretty depressing because nothing seems to be working and everything I do doesn’t work out well. Stresses builds up inside me and Wednesday was the day it all exploded.
Then came Thursday. I had a test that day, but I had spent hours crying in my bed that I did not study. I knew I should have studied, but I didn’t want to worry about it. I tried my best to cram in the most amount of studying throughout the day and kept telling myself I could do well. (I actually did better than I expected) Anyway, I felt a whole lot better and I was ready to go to hagwon. Today was the day of my lesson. My teacher was not there on Wednesday when everything happened, and I knew that topic was going to come up during our one-hour lesson. Not even five minutes had passed, and my teacher brought it up. I was very thankful I had teachers like that. They’re not only wise musically but also humanly; I really love them for that. It was time to practice. I couldn’t get any of the notes right and I was off pitch most of the time. I was starting to get annoyed and I couldn’t concentrate. After about ten minutes, but what actually felt like thirty minutes, I started to cry - again. I hated myself for crying in front of my teacher. I told myself before I went to hagwon that I would not cry ever again; it didn’t work.
We talked. We talked it all out. I was beginning to feel better and I wiped away my tears. I smiled. I tried to think positive. But that didn’t work as well. I just couldn’t stop the tears. I wanted to so badly. I wished they would stop. It would not. “When you can’t sing, you can always listen” was what my teacher had told me. I took his advice. I went to the record store and bought a couple of albums and went home and listened. It worked!! I felt so much better. I think it was that AND the fact that I had went outside. I have been staying at home lately and only went outside for school. It was nice to go out even though it took me less than half an hour. Anyway, I went home and I exercised as well and that also helped! No more homework, no more tests. I went to bed.
Then came Friday. T.G.I.F!
First period went by very quickly because our teacher had planned a very fun fun fun activity for us. (Notice the sarcasm.) Then it was second period: orchestra. Probably one of my favorite classes because it was music and it is different from other classrooms. It’s more free and is no real “studying” involved. I got to leave ten minutes before the bell ran because a few other freshmen and I was in coaching club. We had the wonderful chance to help out with middle school Field Day. (Again, sarcasm.) We ate lunch an hour early and went to the soccer field to get ready. The event started at around 11:30. Unfortunately, my friend Brenda and I had picked the wrong station to work at. It was too much work for us. I was so exhausted and I could tell I was becoming dehydrated. But it was only 1:00 pm. Another hour and a half to go! Ugh.
That was when I started to get cranky because of the heat and all the kids. Trust me, it’s not that I don’t like kids. I don’t like kids who don’t listen and don’t do what they’re supposed to. It was like I was babysitting them. Finally it was over. All I wanted to do was go home but I had tutor. What joy.
Luckily, the time went by fairly quickly and I was home. I went to the gym to exercise and get rid of all my stress. I ran on the treadmill about two hours and I felt so refreshed. I showered and went to bed. I woke up on Saturday morning and felt so much better. But that was only for a couple of hours. I apparently displeased my parents and I got in trouble. I didn’t know what I had done so wrong and it was so unfair. I cried AGAIN. Unbelievable. Three days in a week. I wiped away my tears and got up and went out.
I had made a mani and pedi appointment. I haven’t been there in more than two weeks. I treated myself to something I wanted. It actually felt really good to get my nails done. I went home and exercised again. Then came Sunday. After my two classes were over, I started to practice for my orchestra final. I was starting to get back on track. I figured out that if I practice beforehand, I won’t be as stressed the night before the performance.
I think I learned a lot this week. If I had practiced before, I wouldn’t have been as stressed. If only I hadn’t wasted my time on the internet, I thought. But if there is one sad fact about life that I really hate is that you can’t go back in time. Time never goes back, it only goes forward. So that is why I think it is important to live every second to the fullest.
So to sum all of my blabbering up:
- Do things ahead of time so you don’t panic the night before.
- Listen to music & exercise to relieve stress.
- Treat yourself to something good once in a while.
