School started today, and that always gives me a happy feeling. Yes, I always loved school, from kindergarten through whatever grade I'm in now. I loved high school so much (not the classes, necessarily, but just being there) that my favorite day of the week was Tuesday, when I got to school at 7am and didn't go home until 9pm.
I'm taking a madrigal class this semester, and it looks like a pretty good group - not enough men, which is pretty typical, but the teacher seems fantastic, and it looks like we'll be doing some interesting music. We sight-read a piece tonight that was crazy - there is a bass solo that was foghorn low.