something funny is going on with my heart. i don't know if it is my imagination, but sometimes, it seems almost... off kilter, off beat. like a broken metronome, if you will. i'm thinking i should look into this?
today i wanted to cry in music theory. mr. b was going crazy because his son, mikey (aged 7 months? 8 months? yo no recuerdo...) might have had a seizure this morning. he was waiting for a call from the doctor, and was in no mood to teach about inverted sevenths and thirds, so instead we watched an episode of austin city limits with robert randolph and the family band (incredible! i saw them open at my first dave concert freshman year). i don't know mr. b very well, but well enough by association through andy will and john. we saw his band perform el verano pasado and i really do enjoy his class a lot. (plus, he hates bush mucho. an A+ in my book! but i digress...) it really sucked to see him in so anxious, so tense, pacing all around the room, cell phone in his death grip, repeatedly muttering i hate this i hate this i hate this. it tore me to pieces.
it's weird when you are reminded that teachers have feelings, isnt it?
more later...