MOTHERCOCK.
That's all I can say man. Bloody aural so fucking difficult.
FAIL ALREADY FAIL ALREADY.
Have to notate a 10-bar classical sonata by ear, notate a 20th century work by ear, notate the outer lines and figured bass of a chorale by ear, notate 10 bars of weirdass intervals, and do some seriously crazy satb writing.
Notice that most things you have to do by ear.
Which is very (extremely) tricky and no easy feat for someone who does not have perfect pitch, and the only pitch I can sing is 'A' (thank you SYO).
Before today, I have never seen a chord that is VI642 or IV6#4 or I3. Using my extraordinary powers of deduction, I assumed that it is a combination of roman numerals and figured bass. However, upon working it out, the chords made as much sense to me as organic chemistry. They might as well asked me to do Ad-Math. I couldn't find anything to sharpen.
DAMN YOU MEP!!!!!
All those years of MEP (SIX to be exact) have not prepared me for such a blow. SO DEPRESSED. Feel like 5 kinds of shit. Remember kids, if you think you're having a bad day, I'm having a worse one.
AAARGH!!! I want to go home. Did I mention there is still fucking PART TWO to the aural? Yes, dear comrades! ORAL tasks. (Now now, what are you kids thinking?! BLASPHEMOUS HERETICS!) Awesome. I am going to make a fool out of myself. Well, at least I take comfort that my performing was good enough for the academy.
In unrelated news, I bumped into my cute senior today on the stairs! Hahaha! Like, HOW FATED CAN WE GET?!?!?!??! And he said hi to me. HAHAHA!
Ok ok whatever. I'm still faithful to my Andrei.
In second unrelated news, the ciggies here ain't cheap man. Condoms are not cheap either. Hmmm. AARGH.
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