Separation

    As I sit here chomping on my wonderful Washington apple, I’m pondering the parents weekend I had without my parents. Until this week, I never felt the true 1,600 mile distance between my hometown and Decorah because I was immediately comfortable at Luther, which is in no way a bad thing. However, seeing my friends showing their parents all they have accomplished in three short weeks made me slightly melancholy that I couldn’t share in the festivities. I’m very happy for my friends, don’t get me wrong, but no matter how amazing Skype is, it’s not the same thing. I suppose I will just have to wait until my parents come for Christmas at Luther!
    Speaking of orchestra, I get more anxious for the Jan-term trip to Vienna every week! Dr. Baldwin told us that our itinerary includes seeing the operas Carmen and Tosca and the Vienna Symphony in the Konzerthaus (where we will be performing as well) playing Brahms’ Symphony No. 4 and a Rachmaninoff piano sonata. This could very easily be exciting simply because I’m a music nerd, but either way it’s a once in a lifetime experience.
    As I’ve said before, unique things happen in college all the time, and Monday’s orchestra rehearsal was no different. It happened to be Dr. Baldwin’s birthday and a few members decided to arrange their own “Happy Birthday” tune and ordered everybody to arrive at rehearsal in our dress black clothes in honor of our conductor. Now, not only was that amazing in itself, but the arrangement of “Happy Birthday” they composed was outstanding. They took the styles of the Gershwin, Copland and Vaughn Williams pieces we are playing and put their own twist on it. If that’s not a show of appreciation, I don’t know what is.
    One more random occurrence unrelated to orchestra is both frustrating and slightly amusing. The careful consideration I took to hang my photos and posters in my dorm room has been a fruitless attempt because any day where the humidity changes (aka rainy days like today) my pictures peel write off the walls. Sometimes I hear a ‘thump’ in the night, or a swish of paper and I wonder vaguely in my deep-sleep state what that might be. I wake up to my Wizard of Oz framed photo on the floor or pictures of my friends looking up at me from the ground. I’ve already thrown away two broken frames and rehung posters multiple times because of this darn humidity, and I still have no way to combat this. Maybe I should take a picture-hanging class next semester? I don’t want my photos to have a slight case of separation anxiety like me! Maybe next week gravity will be on my side.

-Rachel

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