Fiddles

jon laa wrote on February 23rd, 2009, 10:13 am

This lecturer told me to lodge a formal complain to the lecturer-in-charge about my grade, because of the unfairness I received.

Unfairness is not entirely new, and something you eventually get used to for being different and for being a non-conformist. It is not my fault that the society isn’t accepting towards somebody different. In as much as innovation and creativity is always said to be lacking, everybody is still looking for what is of textbook standard without any bit of deviant.

Pity me, oh.

Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg!
O King of the churches and the bells
bewailing your sores and your wounds,
but not a tear can I squeeze from my eyes!
Not moisten an eye after so much sin!
Pity me, O King!
What shall I do with a heart that seeks only its own ease?
O only begotten Son by whom all men were made,
who shunned not the death by three wounds,
Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg
and I with a heart not softer than a stone!

Monday morning, sunny. Great. Probably head out to the gym before coming back in time for lunch. Then to durian to check out shoulder rests and borrow a copy of some violin technical exercises from the library to look at. Not forgetting to collect my workbook from the copier. I got some homework to do as well. I’d like to make it back in time for a run before theory begins, which is probably possible.

Now, do I have time to fiddle too? I have to find time, please.