Feb 19, 2011 19:48
So a little backstory: I'm a music major at a liberal arts school in New England. I just kind of fell into it a few years ago, coming in with a music minor criminal justice major and ending up (after 2 majors and 4 or 5 concentrations) as a music major with concentrations in history and composition. And in order to graduate this May, I need to have a senior recital. Which is well underway. And now I'm in the middle of what seemed like the easiest part: writing my acknowledgments.
And I've got the Googledocs page open in another tab (computer crashed and it was Goodbye, Microsoft Office!) and I got it started, tooling along thanking my family, the performers...
...and now I'm thisclose to crying because I realize this is basically my goodbye letter to the music department. This big group of warm, talented, as my dad puts it: "Unique," people who changed my life in ways I never imagined when I threw my high school's tuba in my mom's car and drove the Mass Pike for the first time in order to play an audition I had signed up for on a whim.
How the hell do I put that into concise, professional(ish) words?
Fuck it, I'm going to get my pizza.
tuba is the music of the gods,
real life