The Joys of Grad School

One of the things that I have found while I walk around the campus of a new school is that I’m so glad I’m not a freshman again. Never again will I have to move away from home and hope that everything will work out or worry about being able to live on my own. Even when I move to an entirely new location, it will work out because I’ve already done it before.

Where is this coming from you ask? Well, I played a concert last night, and I had a few underclassmen come tell me how good I sounded. I don’t want to sound like I didn’t appreciate the comments, because it definetly made me feel good about my performance. Especially since it was the first time that people had really heard me play here in Eugene. I just remember being in their shoes so vividly, that it made me appreciate where I am now even more. Those first few years of studying music at a university are so intense because everything is so new, which is awesome, but the intesity can be a little overwhelming. There are so many new things to learn, in music and in life.

What I did decide is that I love this environment. I’m glad that I will never be a freshman again, but I’m also glad that I get to continue to learn and grow in a university setting. Even if I am getting old.