well, I was at school for 12 hours today and did not get any practice in. I filled the hours I usually practice with getting screamed at by the devil incarnate himself. It is not Avi. We shall call him "Prof. X" (having nothing to do with X-men). Apparently I am late on my eighth note rests. The man can scream louder than the entire percussion section playing at FF. And it was at me. And does anyone know how terrifying it is to be stuck right in front of the entire percussion section? It still does not match the horrors of a demon possesed man yelling at you while tapping quarter note beats in your face. I need therapy.

Aa bought me pizza this afternoon after that horrible experience. Bless him.

I put up my posters today, you can find them if you look hard enough.