To Whom It May Concern (other than myself)...
In four weeks, when the semester ends I will officially be a "college dropout". During spring break, I decided (with the approval and support of my entire family) to cut the school thing short and see if I have what it takes to write and perform music. My parents are letting me stay at home as long as I get a job. We have set aside a corner of the basement for me to build a soundproof recording studio, and I can't wait to get that set up.
The thing is, I have known what I wanted to do with my life for a long time, but I came to Chapel Hill to have something to fall back on. However, most of what I have done so far has been wasting time and money. So now I am leaving to do what I want to do.
I keep bouncing between being excited and being terrified. I have let most of my friends at Chapel Hill know and they all have been very excited and supportive. I'm not counting down the days or basking in the relief. I'm just going to class, watching a lot of movies for free, smoking, drinking coffee, and playing guitar while fifteen years of institutional education softly fade away.
The thing is, I have known what I wanted to do with my life for a long time, but I came to Chapel Hill to have something to fall back on. However, most of what I have done so far has been wasting time and money. So now I am leaving to do what I want to do.
I keep bouncing between being excited and being terrified. I have let most of my friends at Chapel Hill know and they all have been very excited and supportive. I'm not counting down the days or basking in the relief. I'm just going to class, watching a lot of movies for free, smoking, drinking coffee, and playing guitar while fifteen years of institutional education softly fade away.