Life is like a box of chocolates... until the box is gone
Properly ominous, negative subject line? Yes?
This has certainly been an up and down kind of week.
I only missed one point on my French oral exam. (I accidentally refered to my sister with the masculine pronoun...) The professor was really impressed and said that I was great at French.
I have successfully learned and sung (memorized) Gretchen am Spinnrade. This is one of the most famous art songs of all time. But it's... emotional taxing. The song is about Faust's love. He loves her, leaves her, and she eventually commits suicide. I think in some of the stories there is even a baby involved. In any case, it's a spectacularly joyous tale... Or not. But it sings well in my voice, and I think my emotional investment is coming through. It's actually pretty terrifying.
I applied for an internship over a month ago that I longed for. I wanted it more than anything I had wanted in a while. I did not get the internship... That was to be expected. I'm a music and German major with no legit experience doing much of anything useful. Gloomy? Well, it's the truth. I am above average with technology, have advanced writing skills, and leadership experience, but that doesn't count for much it seems.
It raises the question: what do I want to do when I grow up? I still do not know. I've always been waiting for the answer to hit me, like a revelation, a lightning bult from above. But that's fanciful foolishness.
I want a job where I can be a leader, mentor people, help them. I also want to sing, study language, and write. What kind of job would incorporate all of these things? Yep I'm crazy.
I took a career class last year, and it was supposed to solve my problems... Isn't that hilarious?
I will talk to my voice teacher about this next week... But to be honest, I am not looking forward to this chat. Yes, I realize that I will likely not cut it in the performance world. I'm not sure I would want to anyway. But I don't really want her to say it. She would definitely tell me the truth. She kicks my butt and doesn't hold back. And sometimes that hurts.
This summer I will be here, working my jobs and maybe taking a choir class. It's not the most glamorous plan, but there will be a convention involved as well as another opportunity to work with NFB here in Missouri. I may even go to Colorado to visit a wonderful friend. We will just have to see...
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This has certainly been an up and down kind of week.
I only missed one point on my French oral exam. (I accidentally refered to my sister with the masculine pronoun...) The professor was really impressed and said that I was great at French.
I have successfully learned and sung (memorized) Gretchen am Spinnrade. This is one of the most famous art songs of all time. But it's... emotional taxing. The song is about Faust's love. He loves her, leaves her, and she eventually commits suicide. I think in some of the stories there is even a baby involved. In any case, it's a spectacularly joyous tale... Or not. But it sings well in my voice, and I think my emotional investment is coming through. It's actually pretty terrifying.
I applied for an internship over a month ago that I longed for. I wanted it more than anything I had wanted in a while. I did not get the internship... That was to be expected. I'm a music and German major with no legit experience doing much of anything useful. Gloomy? Well, it's the truth. I am above average with technology, have advanced writing skills, and leadership experience, but that doesn't count for much it seems.
It raises the question: what do I want to do when I grow up? I still do not know. I've always been waiting for the answer to hit me, like a revelation, a lightning bult from above. But that's fanciful foolishness.
I want a job where I can be a leader, mentor people, help them. I also want to sing, study language, and write. What kind of job would incorporate all of these things? Yep I'm crazy.
I took a career class last year, and it was supposed to solve my problems... Isn't that hilarious?
I will talk to my voice teacher about this next week... But to be honest, I am not looking forward to this chat. Yes, I realize that I will likely not cut it in the performance world. I'm not sure I would want to anyway. But I don't really want her to say it. She would definitely tell me the truth. She kicks my butt and doesn't hold back. And sometimes that hurts.
This summer I will be here, working my jobs and maybe taking a choir class. It's not the most glamorous plan, but there will be a convention involved as well as another opportunity to work with NFB here in Missouri. I may even go to Colorado to visit a wonderful friend. We will just have to see...
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