I've taken the liberty of revising my last post after having read it over and realized that parts of it didn't make much sense.
I still feel time is slipping through my fingers. Either it has taken me more than two years to realize that my time here is really precious, or it's hitting me in the last six months. Anyway, I've done pretty much everything I wanted to do, and a few things more. I didn't expect to go home and to Spain and to be making plans to go to Norway and Sweden (and Turkey, possibly, for a long weekend--we'll see. A package deal can render such a trip cheap indeed and it would be quite worthwhile to visit the Baha'i holy places there as long as I'm so close by), didn't expect to join the choir and be made a soprano, didn't expect to learn how to play Magic cards after only a couple of lessons (this is a card game that is geeky in the extreme, and, having understood, but been bored, by Dungeons and Dragons, my heart yearned for one geeky pastime that I could cling to). I didn't expect, necessarily, to visit Jerusalem once, let alone twice. So I don't feel that I don't have enough time, but as I said there's still so much to learn and this is a particularly conducive environment to the seeking of knowledge, practical and theoretical.
Nutrition class has ended but the knowledge gained from it lasts, which makes me happy. I've not only learned some things but made a few friendships and in some cases valuable connections, including one that has linked me to a thrice-weekly free yoga class.
I did join the choir. I wanted bigger or stronger lungs by the end of it, but it was worth it. To my surprise I was made a soprano because they need sopranos and my voice CAN go that high. I don't know that much about music but it seems to me that it's most obvious if you mess up as a soprano and those notes are just really hard to reach. One good thing about it, though, is that alto is almost melody but not quite, which can throw you off. So the soprano part, being the most noticeable, is also the easiest to hear when all parts are put together, making it (I would think) the easiest to learn, in a way. The aim is to put on a concert in January or February. Then, surely, the choir would sing again at a holy day celebration in March that traditionally has choral music. I'm staying on at least that long, I hope, because for that performance the choir goes into an obscure balcony above a huge room filled with probably at least a thousand people and sings so that their voices flow over the crowd from above. And that seems magical.
I am still waiting for my results from UWM. I would think it won't be long now before I hear the decision. And I am still thinking about alternatives to UWM. The news is making me scared of huge debt. The fact is, I should have always been afraid of huge debt. Yet it really seems that I...well, I almost SHOULD go to UWM, if it cannot safely be said that I SHOULD. It really seems like the best program for me. All except for the price.
