I really need to stop thinking so much; there's no way it's good for me.
What I was thinking about today, however, was my mom's suggestion for me to double major in journalism and music and become a music critic as a backup. And, whilst thinking, suddenly it didn't seem so outrageous after all.
One story my mother absolutely adores telling - one of many - is how, as an infant, when a particular violinist we know* would play, instantaneously smiling baby me would go to screaming, crying, baby me. Keep in mind, she was not the best player. Then, at my grandmother's funeral a few years later (I think I was around two years old, possibly three, I don't exactly remember), a singer performed "Ave Maria", and apparently did it well: from the audience came a small, "Again!" courtesy of, well, me.
She finds it funny that I've been a music critic, though not a very refined or subtle one, since I was barely walking.
I think it would be rather cool: my job is to go to concerts, and when I make comments on how I think it went, people (theoretically) actually give a damn. Assuming I do well in the profession, anyway.
My first and most ideal career would still be - and is - music performance. I don't think that a backup wouldn't be a bad idea, however; this one also works in tandem with studying music, more so than previous thoughts of geology or astrophysics. (I still think they're awesome, though, don't get me wrong. I read Scientific American and National Geographic just like the other nerds next door.)
Still no word on the Pre-College, for those of you wondering. Everyone around me is thinking optimistically, and it's becoming extraordinarily difficult for me to not get my hopes up, as much as I desperately want (and need) to.
*they shall remain anonymous for the protection of their pride
What I was thinking about today, however, was my mom's suggestion for me to double major in journalism and music and become a music critic as a backup. And, whilst thinking, suddenly it didn't seem so outrageous after all.
One story my mother absolutely adores telling - one of many - is how, as an infant, when a particular violinist we know* would play, instantaneously smiling baby me would go to screaming, crying, baby me. Keep in mind, she was not the best player. Then, at my grandmother's funeral a few years later (I think I was around two years old, possibly three, I don't exactly remember), a singer performed "Ave Maria", and apparently did it well: from the audience came a small, "Again!" courtesy of, well, me.
She finds it funny that I've been a music critic, though not a very refined or subtle one, since I was barely walking.
I think it would be rather cool: my job is to go to concerts, and when I make comments on how I think it went, people (theoretically) actually give a damn. Assuming I do well in the profession, anyway.
My first and most ideal career would still be - and is - music performance. I don't think that a backup wouldn't be a bad idea, however; this one also works in tandem with studying music, more so than previous thoughts of geology or astrophysics. (I still think they're awesome, though, don't get me wrong. I read Scientific American and National Geographic just like the other nerds next door.)
Still no word on the Pre-College, for those of you wondering. Everyone around me is thinking optimistically, and it's becoming extraordinarily difficult for me to not get my hopes up, as much as I desperately want (and need) to.
*they shall remain anonymous for the protection of their pride
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