The sacrificial lamb

That's what they called me in choir yesterday. When the choir circles to sing, I stand between Lindsay and Kelsey, and whenever Krause is looking for a soloist they pretend to be busy marking their music and he often ends up picking me. I'm not quite sure why he makes us do random solos in the first place. I don't mind so much if I actually know the piece--like last time, when he had me do "Judea"--but yesterday we had barely looked at the piece and the alto line was awkward, so I really psyched myself out. I'm just not a soloist, though I sing like one. In a group I'll belt it once I've learned the part, and I seem to end up leading the section quite often, on entrances at least. But put me by myself in front of people and I just can't do it. I just get so nervous, and my voice comes out all shakey. Although, if I continue this pattern of being the "sacrificial lamb" I might get used to it.

Wednesday night was the busiest it's ever been at the writing center. It figures that the one night Dianna has to skip out on me I get people asking for help from one end to the other of my shift. We had to sign our timesheets today, and I discovered that with the extra shift I picked up I'm going to be getting the same size check this month as the last two combined. Woot! That'll all go for Europe. But next semester I think I'll go back to only two nights a week--it just works better.

Last night Brittany came into our room to steal candy and ended up staying half an hour just talking. It was actually quite fun, in spite of the fact that we had been about to go to bed. It was a random assortment of girl talk and random stories of us being weird as kids. I tell ya, I spend time with the most random people this year. It really is great fun.

-Kim