There's a reference for ya. I heard it was a decent show. Never saw it myself. Pity... Claire Danes was (is still, I'm sure) a cutie...
Okay, better start with the big stuff: I'm depressed. Not just today; it's probably something approaching clinical depression. Now, personally, I've never had much sympathy for middle-class suburbanite white kids who say they're depressed. Man, do things change when it's you it's happening to. I have changed my opinion accordingly. I completely acknowledge that there's chemical imbalances in the brain, etc., etc., etc. I'm just not convinced that's what's going on with me right now. I think my problem is simpler and much less biological in nature: I have no sense of purpose.
I graduated from IC with a nice piece of paper saying I can play a bass trombone, and another piece of paper saying I can teach kids music. I really don't want to teach. I had a horrible time during my student teaching, and I do not believe for a minute that it was "just a bad student teaching experience, that's all," as everyone tries to convince me. Yeah, it was a bad experience, and I really didn't like the program I was forced to work in, but more than that: I hated the lifestyle of band director. I mean, for starters, I worked hard in school for all those years just so I didn't have to go to school any more! :-p
So, if I'm not going to teach, I'll just perform, right? Well, here comes another quirk of mine: I love to perform, but I hate to practice. Just picking up and playing a trombone doesn't do it for me; only playing in a band, orchestra, chamber group, or trombone choir does. I'm actually quite paranoid about people hearing me practice. I never practiced much in middle or high school, because the family would hear me. College was okay, because you had a private room, but now... I have to close the windows and doors before I can start playing. My own girlfriend can't even be in the house, or I get all tense. It's pathetic, I know.
So college seems to have been almost a waste of time and money to me right now. I know the experiences I had there are priceless, and I wouldn't trade them for anything, but I kinda wish I'd been in a field where I could get a job I'd be happy with...
I'm sorting myself out, so I took a job with AmeriCorps at the American Red Cross in Ithaca, as well as a job as a youth minister at First Presbyterian Church of Ithaca. Meanwhile, I'm mentally and internetally (yeah, yeah, I made it up just now, gimme a break) exploring other options.
In other news... I also want to chase another dream: thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. Yep, I want to go for a walk in the woods... from Georgia to Maine. I'm thinking of it as a sort of modern-day "Vision Quest." And if I get no visions of what I'm supposed to do with this life... well, there's always flight school!
Okay, I'm definately realizing why I need to update this thing more often: if I don't, the entries will ALL be this long! Apologies for talking your ear off, so to speak. Feel free to surf on, now.