This might be strange talking to myself for a while whilst I have absolutely no readers and no devout followers as many of the music blogs I read have… Here it goes:
Today was the last day of my Music 100 class. It focused on Western European Classical Music including the periods from Medieval to Post Modernism which sounds so damn exciting and lavish with musical notes adorning every possible sentence that would come forth from my faceless professor’s lips. And it did! For the first class… After a while the class just methodically droned onwards… I love music with a burning fierce passion and I hated this class not just because it was ultimately impossible to get a decent grade but because my initially wonderful professor was so emotionless, distant, and all around boring that it made it hard to come to class everyday.
I kept thinking to myself that if I had a degree in Music Studies and I knew music both academically and personally, I would teach music (of any genre and origin) with the utmost excitement and love that one could possibly express outward. Some students would find it exhausting but at least entertaining and if a professor can entertain a group of college students whether it be challenging their minds or literally completing my own standup act, I’d be content in knowing that I was interacting and teaching not because I had to but because I wanted to.
Music, actually has taught and continues to teach me (as cheesy as that might sound). It’s taught me that no matter what stage of life I am at, I have the opportunity to never be alone and never be disappointed by anyone or anything.