finals and frogs

oh finals week.

i didn't have to go to the testing center once this semester! all online, or in class.

i sang Beautiful to Him. it wasn't very beautiful.

because... i lost my voice.

and not just an excuse kind "i lost my voice" but a teacher-like "i told you so" i lost my voice.

i started losing my voice last class in lab and my teacher lectured me about drinking lots and lots of water and honey and lemon and all those other remedies. then when she heard me talking about the midnight showing of HP7 she pointed her finger at me and said, "brittany you are not going to harry potter. you can't get any sicker. you need to save your voice and get your sleep."

"but sister olsen, i have to go! it's the last Harry Potter! i got my ticket months ago, i won't even talk or cheer, i promise."

"oh brittany, you are such a college student. you need your rest! if you go, let this be a lesson to you."

umm naturally i went. and naturally... i learned a lesson.

i didn't scream or yell, just clapped and whatnot. i DID have a great time. and i DID lose my voice. by the end of the night [which was 3am] i couldn't even talk.

she. was. right.

i had one day to get better before i had to sing in front of everyone! i downed that whole honey bear and tall plastic lemon extract. i drank water like a camel, took too much dayquil, throat drops, and offered dozens of prayers.

however, i had been warned and was fully prepared to suffer the consequences. i did get a blessing, which did help. i was very grateful for that.

when i slowly strolled up to her with a big eyed, apologetic smile on my face she knew exactly what i was going to say before i even could say it. which turned out nice because i wanted to save my voice for my performance anyway.

"i won't say i told you so... BUT, you're still singing."

i nodded my head, snuk a hug (yes, sucking up was really necessary at this point) and stood in line waiting to walk the plank. i was singer #5.

i wasn't even nervous because i didn't even have to be worried about it possibly going well to screw up. that was probably the only good thing about getting sick, besides watching harry defeat Lord Voldemort of course.

lesson learned: i worked so hard this semester to become better at singing. i attended every class, every lab, practiced every day for 30+ minutes, and my good friend and roommate becca helped me a ton. she is an amazing singer and is in the class at well and would work with me once or twice a week. right when i felt all my hard work had payed off, i jumped the gun and threw it all aside for one good (well, great really) night.

it kind of goes back to desires. [as my mother always says] and at the moment i wanted HP more. so as a consequence i got to sing like a frog.

miss becca and i moments before the recital

and my friends came too. so sweet yet so embarrassing /:

and my dear sweet amy mcfarlane asked me to post the video of my performance... but amy, (and others) i just don't think you really want to hear it, promise! (: