WARNING: This is a slight vent post, but I mean it all in good nature.
Hey all! As my lack of posts have most likely told you, I have been busy this semester. Well, busy is a little bit of an understatement, but you get the picture. Sophomore year is hard, especially in music-majorland (it’s a real place, I assure you). For example, there aren’t many other majors where you encounter hours of practice on your instrument, another hour or so on another much more foreign one (I’m talking about you, bassoon), a game or three, theory and singing tests or quizzes, workouts thanks to a Phys Ed sort of class, hours of rehearsals for multiple ensembles, service projects, and oh yeah- PLENTY of 8 AMs to go around (when you’re a music major, there is no escaping them).
PS- Whoever complains about the difficulty of getting up for your noon class: your point is irrelevant to all of us.
Anyway, as you would have it, my mental health is about shot. Correction. It is shot. It’s like having 28 hours worth of work to do and only 24 hours to do them, even when you don’t procrastinate. I know I am not alone on this. But there is yet comfort up ahead. As I am writing this, only one more day of regular class remains and then the dreaded Finals Week is upon us. However, music majors aren’t as worried about this compared to those in other fields. The reason why? Classes with three-hour credits are the only ones that have exams during exam week. A music major’s schedule has maybe only three or four of these because the rest of their ten or so classes only get ONE HOUR of credit. Which means our Hell Week began weeks ago. Finals during the actual Finals Week are just the closing ceremony. Oh wait, I forgot. Juries. Hmm, maybe we all are still anxiety-ridden until the end. But you know what? There are 21 days left until Christmas, and we will get through the end of this semester. We’ve got this.
PPS- I still love my major.