Well, hi there.
I desperately need this journal.
Where to begin...
I transferred to the University of South Carolina from CSM, after I left St. Mary's College. Yes, I have an extensive undergraduate career-- BUT, that's because I was once, long long ago, a child of classical music. I grew up listening to Strauss and Beethoven, and my grandfather (God bless his soul... wait, God?) gifted me my first keyboard at the age of 7. I cherished every moment with that keyboard, even though I had no idea what the difference between the black and white keys were. At the age of 8, I had my first piano lesson... at 9 my first recital (playing Strauss's Blue Danube) with my cute little feet dangling over the pedals.
Anyway, I left music. After all of those years... who would have known that music was actually my hideaway from years of emotional abuse & witnessed physical and drug abuse. The pain I felt couldn't match what I could portray in the piano (or harp, or french horn for that matter...) It works for some people, I can't argue that. Just not for me.
Long ago I was on vacation in Myrtle Beach. It was that "middle" period where Dad hadn't been abusing drugs, where Mom still had full mobility, my sister just began a beautiful, healthy relationship, and I was experiencing the butterflies of my first love (who is actually married now... frightening). Well, I dislike the beach. So, instead, I spent my week inside, watching the Great Escape.
Seven years later, and I'm back. I learned a lesson or two from that film.
I came here not knowing a soul. I left everything behind-- the chaos.
I am now a Pre-law student at the University of South Carolina. I work as a volunteer intern at the Attorney General's Office.
This is the happiest I have ever felt...
...But, I'm remembering things I never thought had happened.
Where to begin...
I transferred to the University of South Carolina from CSM, after I left St. Mary's College. Yes, I have an extensive undergraduate career-- BUT, that's because I was once, long long ago, a child of classical music. I grew up listening to Strauss and Beethoven, and my grandfather (God bless his soul... wait, God?) gifted me my first keyboard at the age of 7. I cherished every moment with that keyboard, even though I had no idea what the difference between the black and white keys were. At the age of 8, I had my first piano lesson... at 9 my first recital (playing Strauss's Blue Danube) with my cute little feet dangling over the pedals.
Anyway, I left music. After all of those years... who would have known that music was actually my hideaway from years of emotional abuse & witnessed physical and drug abuse. The pain I felt couldn't match what I could portray in the piano (or harp, or french horn for that matter...) It works for some people, I can't argue that. Just not for me.
Long ago I was on vacation in Myrtle Beach. It was that "middle" period where Dad hadn't been abusing drugs, where Mom still had full mobility, my sister just began a beautiful, healthy relationship, and I was experiencing the butterflies of my first love (who is actually married now... frightening). Well, I dislike the beach. So, instead, I spent my week inside, watching the Great Escape.
Seven years later, and I'm back. I learned a lesson or two from that film.
I came here not knowing a soul. I left everything behind-- the chaos.
I am now a Pre-law student at the University of South Carolina. I work as a volunteer intern at the Attorney General's Office.
This is the happiest I have ever felt...
...But, I'm remembering things I never thought had happened.