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Everyone Weep With Me
March 10, 2004, 10:50 p.m. Religion and Film is looking to shape up as my favourite subject – no tute presentations! My English honours-stream course is . . . odd. It’s called The Text, and so we’re looking at texts, duh, but we go so far as to look at their physical aspects. For example, with the manuscripts, the type of handwriting used. We have to submit a portfolio of assignments on each of the nine tutorial topics, plus a big essay. It’s good that we’re being encouraged to do on-going work, but they’re not collecting it till the end, so I’m afraid I’ll start falling behind. Ayesha (so called because she is a director, and therefore She Who Must Be Obeyed) is also in my class, so we’re thinking of handing our assignments into each other, so that we have an on-going deadline. Tonight I joined SUMS – Sydney Uni Musical Society – for the free food. When they asked what I sang – soprano, alto, tenor or bass – I told them I didn’t, they didn’t want me too and they they’d probably pay me not to. They said that wouldn’t work, so I put down soprano, and put ‘groupie’ on my name badge. I joined because I have two friends in it – Ayesha and the Singing Budgie – and I figured why not hang out with them and get member’s prices on the concerts? Then I sat in while they rehearsed Carmina Burana. Man, that was good! So powerful . . . I love the emotion displayed and incited by music. The conductor kept saying “Angry! You’re very angry! Fortune hates you and you hate Fortune!” But jeez, even the warm-ups were great, being in a room full of people singing a single note. The human voice is divine.
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