Singing is hard. Instrumentalists here I'm pretty sure just assume that the vocal majors are all lazy and only chose voice because you don't have to learn to play a new instrument in order to be a music major. In some cases, they're absolutely right. There are a lot of lazy people around, but they aren't just voice majors. It's the majority of students here. So let's just nip that stereotype right in the bud. But because of that I feel like I have to try and prove myself, you know what I mean? It's hard enough being limited to short amounts of practice time every day because my instrument is tissue and more easily damaged than instrumentalists' are. But to constantly feel like I'm being judged for it is not OK.
But I do work hard. I care. I want to improve. With that in mind, I feel like my progress is slow. Lessons are good though. My voice professor, Dr. Yun, is patient with me and repeats herself time after time so that the one time I do get it right it feels really good. God bless patient teachers, because goodness knows I need one.
I've been back at school for almost two months now. Two months! It's a little baffling how quickly the time has gone.
My mornings are completely full with Italian, French Diction, Music History, Theory, and Dana Chorale. No worries though they're not all every day. I even got a job on campus! I work a whopping ONE hour a week monitoring a computer lab. I'll work more next semester when I've finished Italian and can actually tutor.
Last Monday I sang in my first college choir concert and even had a small solo in one of the songs. It was stressful and my throat was exhausted for two days afterward, but it was fun too. We sang in a cathedral and at the end of pieces when we stopped singing, the sound would ring through the chapel. It was so beautiful.
My roommate is really great too! She's quiet and because she's a chemistry major, she studies all the time. We watched The Lizzy McGuire movie on Tuesday which was probably the best way of passing that hour and a half ever. Needless to say, we get along well.
I could probably babble on for a lot longer, but I don't want to bore you with all of the minuscule details of my life. I'll just leave with the assurance that life is wonderful. Difficult, crazy, random, and surprising, but wonderful. I get to spend my life singing.
