The Glee to My Heart
I haven't posted to LiveJournal in a while. I don't know why, except that I have learned that, during the school year, I can vent verbally to my roommate or to Riakeem, whoever was more available at the time I needed venting.
Needless to say, I have become a big fan of Glee. Riakeem recommended it to me last semester and he was right. I am hooked. Every week, it seems like someone in the show feels something that either I have felt or that I have felt that I wrote that one of my characters felt. Did that make sense? Never got that with the first High School Musical, the one time I saw it when it aired a few years ago.
But this week Glee really struck a chord with me. The theme was finding and keeping dreams, where everyone was either a burnout, someone trying to find out who they are, or someone believing that there can be a 'yes' in a world of 'no's.' Little did Ryan Murphy know that this week's episode would get me out of the funk I've been in.
Ah, I remember LJ cuts . . .
Anyway, the funk I've been in isn't particularly depressing or angsty, but . . . a funk is a funk.
Before I began school, my parents sat me down and told me that I can't go to Emory. I mean, I do go to Emory, but . . . "Little" Emory. Not "Big" Emory. I'm afraid I can't explain the difference in a public forum, even if it is in an LJ cut. Long story short: I go to "Little" Emory. I love it. My friends are fabulous. But after they get their associate's degrees from "Little" Emory, they will go on to "Big" Emory. I won't. They say, "Why can't you?" I say, "I can't (afford it)."
And so I must look at my other options. Scholarships are out of the question: I have searched and searched and have determined that I am not "special" enough for the few scholarships that I qualify for. (One scholarship website matched me up with engineering scholarships--really? I know 'engineering' is near 'English' in the alphabet, but--really?). I have to go to a public school--so HOPE will cover my tuition. But beyond that, the choice is mine.
So--what do I want to do with my life? Currently I am an English major, and, with every fiber in my being, I want to be a writer and an illustrator. But when people ask me, I don't tell them that, especially if they're not a member of my generation. I usually say something like, "I want to be an editor or a teacher, I guess . . ."
So with that in mind, I searched for colleges with a good English education program, like UGA. But I hesitated. Was that what I really wanted in life? Was I--God forbid--settling? So, out on a limb, I looked at SCAD. And I fell in love. They have creative writing and illustration--plus, possibly, the contacts needed to get a leg up in both of those professions. But . . . SCAD is private. I can't go to it.
But, watching Glee tonight, I realized that I didn't have to settle. Not if I start early and hit the ground running. The people on the show tonight sharpened their focus on what they really want, and they now have the potential to get it. (Except for Artie. Poor guy. My heart goes out to him.) Now, I think I will find myself sticking with the English major and pursuing a teaching career. But my summers will be filled with perfecting my manuscript and possibly taking life drawing classes and online classes at SCAD. Thanks, Glee. I know what I want now.
Needless to say, I have become a big fan of Glee. Riakeem recommended it to me last semester and he was right. I am hooked. Every week, it seems like someone in the show feels something that either I have felt or that I have felt that I wrote that one of my characters felt. Did that make sense? Never got that with the first High School Musical, the one time I saw it when it aired a few years ago.
But this week Glee really struck a chord with me. The theme was finding and keeping dreams, where everyone was either a burnout, someone trying to find out who they are, or someone believing that there can be a 'yes' in a world of 'no's.' Little did Ryan Murphy know that this week's episode would get me out of the funk I've been in.
Ah, I remember LJ cuts . . .
Anyway, the funk I've been in isn't particularly depressing or angsty, but . . . a funk is a funk.
Before I began school, my parents sat me down and told me that I can't go to Emory. I mean, I do go to Emory, but . . . "Little" Emory. Not "Big" Emory. I'm afraid I can't explain the difference in a public forum, even if it is in an LJ cut. Long story short: I go to "Little" Emory. I love it. My friends are fabulous. But after they get their associate's degrees from "Little" Emory, they will go on to "Big" Emory. I won't. They say, "Why can't you?" I say, "I can't (afford it)."
And so I must look at my other options. Scholarships are out of the question: I have searched and searched and have determined that I am not "special" enough for the few scholarships that I qualify for. (One scholarship website matched me up with engineering scholarships--really? I know 'engineering' is near 'English' in the alphabet, but--really?). I have to go to a public school--so HOPE will cover my tuition. But beyond that, the choice is mine.
So--what do I want to do with my life? Currently I am an English major, and, with every fiber in my being, I want to be a writer and an illustrator. But when people ask me, I don't tell them that, especially if they're not a member of my generation. I usually say something like, "I want to be an editor or a teacher, I guess . . ."
So with that in mind, I searched for colleges with a good English education program, like UGA. But I hesitated. Was that what I really wanted in life? Was I--God forbid--settling? So, out on a limb, I looked at SCAD. And I fell in love. They have creative writing and illustration--plus, possibly, the contacts needed to get a leg up in both of those professions. But . . . SCAD is private. I can't go to it.
But, watching Glee tonight, I realized that I didn't have to settle. Not if I start early and hit the ground running. The people on the show tonight sharpened their focus on what they really want, and they now have the potential to get it. (Except for Artie. Poor guy. My heart goes out to him.) Now, I think I will find myself sticking with the English major and pursuing a teaching career. But my summers will be filled with perfecting my manuscript and possibly taking life drawing classes and online classes at SCAD. Thanks, Glee. I know what I want now.