Diction Sucks...

[zessa]

Argh. I hate my diction class. Chris and I spent the whole time passing notes, singing random italian songs at the back of the class, Cory and I laughed when some of the Italian words sounded a hell of a lot like other shall we say, vulgar english words.

(For all you non vocal music majors, diction is the class where you sit and learn how to pronounce foreign languages like a native. So when I get an Italian aria, I'll sound like a love struck italian girl, rather than an American trying to be a love struck Italian girl)

I've also discovered that PDA's can be used to pass notes really well. Mua ha ha ha ha! It's a crappy day here in Kentucky. It's only 5:30 and it's dark already. Winter stinks.

Comments

[onthestairs.livejournal.com]

Diction blows donkeys. I think we've all got the right idea, though -- show up, do what needs to be done, and make the time as bearable as possible. You guys seem to have a really great time on your side of the room. My side is pretty dry -- but it allows me to get a lot of writing done, which rocks. :-D

[zessa]

I don't think Everete could handle it if the whole class was like my side of the room. Did I tell you what we did to Everete? We signed Russ in on the attendance sheet and then turned in homework for him. Everetes only comment was "Good job Russ" on the homework. ::snort:: Everete has a weird sense of humor...