This year I will again be taking part in National Poetry Writing Month (i.e. April) and posting a new poem every day for the whole 30-day month of April. I’m warning you now that these poems might be a little strange, very intense, wide ranging, emotional, personal, and possibly quite hard to read.
I have a very very very very important month coming up in April. Here’s what I’ll be accomplishing:
*Dieting and exercising to lose 2-3 dress sizes so I can fit into my senior recital dress (already got a start on that for the last few weeks)
*not eating dessert until Easter (Lent)
*playing piccolo and flute in the pit orchestra for ISU’s production of “Into the Woods,” which is eating up all of my nights this week and weekends for the next two weeks
*applying for a ridiculous amount of scholarships
*researching grad school
*finishing at least 5 giant projects/papers
*traveling to NYC and performing in Carnegie Hall with the ISU mass choir
*preparing two giant ensembles concerts to be performed in the same weekend
(saving the best for last)
PREPARING MY SENIOR FLUTE RECITAL
5 new pieces
less than a month left
4:30 on April 27
less than 24 hours after the Choir Masterworks concert
less than 4 hours before the Wind Ensemble concert
All while taking 21 credits and working 20 hours a week
I’m usually too serious, but this April is going to be no joke for me. Also, I kind of hate April Fool’s Day, so I’m dreading tomorrow. A lot of people like to poke fun at me because they think I’m too uptight, it’ll help me loosen up, come out of my shell. The opposite occurs. Anyways.
April is crazy. Crazier than anything before. Possibly crazier than anything after. Pray for me, and read my poems.
“April is the cruelest month.” – T.S. Eliot
“Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.” – Charles Lamb