Today goes down as a Great Day!
-squeezed my way into Wind Orchestra
-lucked my way into Jazz Ensemble
-had a three hour dance party (I’m a dance machine)
-wore my first sweater of the season
With my comfy robe that makes me feel like a rich British man, newly shampooed hair, good memories, and some delicious herbal tea that my dear friend Rachel gave me, I’m feeling a lot cooler than I actually am. So I thought I’d celebrate the fact that I don’t have to wake up early for my Sing-Awkwardly-In-Front-Of-Your-Peers class by talking about myself on the internet.
Something I learned:
Currently my major is Music Education, with an emphasis in band/percussion education. However, my favorite classes so far are Religious Studies, Evidences of Intelligent Life in the Universe, and String Techniques. After fruitless efforts of trying to squeeze aliens, yoga, and violins in my plans of having an at-home percussion studio, I became disheartened. Yea, insomuch that a great confusement made my day kind of suck.
However!
In Religious Studies, the professor asked “So where did college even start?”
“Harvard?...”
He went on to contradict us by basically explaining the origins of higher thinking. It used to be that when someone felt the need for further enlightenment or education, they just sort of wandered around the forest, often naked (Since I ended up not going to ASU this is less likely (hah hah hah.)) and just mull over life. They weren’t inventing tools or approving one another as superior archers or anything. They were just thinking about how to be a better person. This naturally developed into thinking about how to be a better citizen and how to help others become better people, as they saw fit. Eventually these naked people met other naked people and they built huts, which eventually turned into buildings and so on. And I think bowties come in at some point. Thus, universities. Thus, self-validation!
No, it is not necessarily true that by going to college I will get a higher paying job. And if that’s the reason I’m here, then I am more prone to have weeks or years of sucky days of confusement. And no, having a major shouldn’t be the focal point of my college education. I’m just supposed to wander around in the forest for a while, and it’s totally awesome that I’m wearing a marching band uniform while I’m doing it.
This is not to say that I do not love my major. I’m just relishing in this hopefully-lasting peace that confusion is part of the plan.
On a lighter note…wanna hear a story?
So. I was coming back to the apartment to grab my big bag of drumsticks and books for my first percussion lesson when I happened upon a huge giant Amazon bug. Like a praying mantis, but more yellow and less cute.
This is a pretty accurate depiction:
Like the totally competent grown-up that I am, I began shakily forming paper snowballs to throw at Bug in hopes that he would just kind of…skitter away?
As much as I’d like to blame the wind, I admit it was my awfulness that let all seven-or-so snowballs miss. The worst part is that the last one must have barely grazed his feelers, so he quick twitched his little Bug head at me. I made some sort or dignified shriek of fear and scuttled away gracefully to the stairwell. It was there that I happened upon my new buddy Jason! He plays guitar and is into computer science.
“Hi Jason!”
“…Oh, hi!”
“You like computers!”
“...Yup! haha.”
“And you play guitar!”
“Sorry…you are?”
“Oh. Emily. Hahahahahaha. So. Hey! Could you help me out?”
“Sure!”
And then Jason greeted Bug gently with his skater shoe, merely escorting him from my door to the undoubtedly fluffy grass below. What a pal! So this is my blogular shoutout to Jason for his heroic feats in relocating bugs, getting me to my lesson on time, and braving my awkwardness with a smile.
And it is with this anecdote that I must retire.
A few quick tips: Don’t donate blood five minutes before marching band, call your parents more often than you’d like, and never approach a Gallon Challenge (ever).
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