There are days where I still question my choice of major, even when I went through everything to change it last year. It’s not that I don’t love it, but I’m afraid, every single time that I practice or think about practicing, that I’m not going to be good enough to get a job after graduating. I just want to be good. And then I want to be great.
Hey guys, remember when I used to post to this one blog constantly? Yeah, this one? I’m sorry. Life is a lot more hectic than I thought it was going to be. I’m on fall break starting today so I’m in bed early (before 1 am) and ready to catch up on sleep and practice. I’ve sprained my ankle so I’ve had a pretty tiring past week and it’s all uphill from there (ha. get it? Hilltoppers? Don’t know what that means? Google it)
Friday, Three Phantoms in Concert performed at Western…. three men who played the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera (my favorite) talked to me, hugged me, and one called me love in his sweet irish accent *swoon*. It was amazingly wonderful.
Tuesday (yesterday), WYNTONMARSALISANDJAZZATLINCOLNCENTERORCHESTRA performed. Because of my ankle, I was in so much pain, I didn’t stick around to get a picture with Mr. Marsalis and I’m kicking myself in the tail for that now. I still can’t believe that my university got him to come here and I got to see him for free.
Also, guess what!
BILL NYE IS COMING HERE ON THE 15TH OF OCTOBER!!!
I HAVE FREE TICKETS!!
WHEN DID WESTERN GET SO COOL!
Also, I’ve joined a bible study at the BCM called Experiencing God. I’m so excited to start this journey and see how God has always been acting in my life. I’m just very excited.
It’s not 11 pm and I’m exhausted. Friends is on and Sasha is whining in her cage because this is the first time she’s seen me in like twoish weeks and I have to be in her line of sight every single second.
My plans for break include relaxing and sleeping, and practicing for string tech, piano, and of course for my lessons. (Imma die)
(I might wanna turn my alarm off for the rest of the week)
Alot has happened in the past 11 days (well not really but I’m tired and I couldn’t come up with another title soooooo….)
On Saturday we drove down to MTSU for the football game. We lost in triple overtime. (It’s such a drag to lose and then to have to drive home for two hours). And then I got sick and by Monday, I had no voice. My Mom and Mamaw brought me meds Tuesday and now I’m feeling a ton better and have gotten my voice back… some.
On Monday, my cousin had her daughter! I still haven’t visited (it’s kinda hard to do), but I’m so excited and enjoy seeing her posts on Facebook.
This morning, at 5 am, we had a campus wide fire drill. I drank so much coffee today. So. Much. It’s not even 10:30 and I’m ready for bed. I’m so exhausted.
Now that you’re caught up:
Music is the right major for me. It’s a lot of hard work, but I am eager to learn it and am willing to do the homework and practice time that is needed. I never dread the classes (even my 8am… just the fact that it’s early). And I don’t mind the long hours because I’m always with my friends. It’s nice.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with it, but I hope that I can get a job when I graduate.
I’ve also, as one of my last posts mentioned, have been struggling with my religion this semester and in giving my life to God. It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I feel like I don’t deserve it. It’s just a lot of emotionally challenging parts put all together and when I think about it, I just want to cry and be hugged, and I think I’ve pulled away from my closest friends because of this. I’m scared to admit it to them and they know something’s wrong and I’m just not sure what to do. Just writing this makes my heart heavy and makes me mentally exhausted.
Until next time.
Another week, another weekend. I came home again this weekend because I won’t be home for 2-3 (or more) weeks after this. I’m currently making a study guide for my psychology class while watching the Tops play on tv. Neither are getting my full attention and that’s probably not good.
I went to the big rivalry game at my high school last night, and we lost… like usual. I chatted a little bit with my high school band director and watched the marching band perform.
Besides having long days (14+ hour days on Tuesdays), this semester is not going to be too hard. I only really have two classes that have tests and they’re intro gen eds.
I am going to make a promise to myself right now though. I royally screwed up my auditions this semester and have found myself sitting at the bottom of symphonic band. I promise to make great improvements in my playing ability this semester and to make wind ensemble.
Also, I’m on the path to saving money to purchase a better clarinet. That’s pretty hard for me to do (seeing as I only have a little over $1,200 a semester and have to live off of it too), which just stresses me out so much. Money really doesn’t grow on trees, hint to all of you depending on your parents out there.
Next week the band is travelling with the football team down to MTSU for Mass Band Day. It’s going to be one long day.
Talk to y’all later!
I started classes on Monday! This is my first real semester as a music major and I am absolutely loving it so far. I started band camp on the 16th, when I moved in, and I am absolutely loving our show this year (Plus I am super tan). Being a sophomore in the band has given me the urge to make sure that the freshmen get settled in and are enjoying their college experience. For the first month or so last year, I basically stayed in my room the whole time because I didn’t understand the freedom that I had. Christina and I are still in the freshmen dorm, but we hope to change that when room changes start.
Last night was our home opener for football and we OWNED BGSU. It was extremely hot so we were allowed to march in khaki shorts instead of our wool uniforms (YES). There was a fire alarm right before half time and we had to evacuate… we were by the baseball field when we had to run in and start our halftime show. THAT. WAS. TIRING. We won 59-31 and it was a great game in general. I’m still extremely exhausted because I didn’t get home until after 1:30 this morning.
Now for some serious factors. On Tuesday, my friends and I attended BCM (Baptist Campus Ministry) like usual. Something that I have not mentioned before is that I have recently felt like I realized what I wanted in life, and that was to be saved. On Tuesday our speaker spoke about how and where she was saved and, I’m not going to lie, I was crying. I went to my room and prayed and prayed and prayed. I have a friend that our group basically designates as the “church friend” because she wears her religion proudly. I’ve talked to her and she’s prayed for me and I’ve kept praying, but I still am not saved. I hope to ask for y’alls prayers for me as I continue to pray and am tested.
What a wild and crazy first week, right? I’m at home for the long weekend and my family reunion that is in the morning.
I’m sorry for not posting in two weeks, but life has been pretty hectic. My mom went back to work after her summer break, and being the only adult in the house has led to a stress filled two weeks. I’ve been helping my brother apply for college, running errands, cleaning my room, cleaning the house, practicing for upcoming auditions, and getting my things together for my move back to Western. I move in in one week, so I should be able to post more then. Even though this is my second year, I’m more nervous about my classes this year (and leaving my dogs for weeks at time).
Today I am thankful for honest people.
While in an unnecessary slight rush to go pick up a new propane tank, I left my wallet hooked to the cart at Walmart and pushed it into the cart corral. We then went to Staples and Home Depot where I finally realized that it was gone. While driving back to Walmart and hoping that I had at least my WKU ID and license left, Dad called Walmart and someone had turned it in. Everything was in it. Definitely some of the scariest five minutes of my life.
Six hours later, I am snuggled in bed with Lady and catching up on some of my shows, not worrying about who has anything of mine.
Today I am thankful for that honest person: the cart pusher, someone walking by and seeing it, someone that got that cart after me, or the person that put their cart in the corral after me, whoever it was, because they saved me hundreds of dollars in order to get everything in that wallet back.