For the first time, walking into the house didn’t feel like coming home.
I left my home, and a large part of my heart, in Rochester, New York.
Yesterday was quite possibly the most rewarding of my entire life. With my dearest friends and colleagues, plus my family, I celebrated the end of an incredible four years. We sang songs, blew bubbles, and smiled a lot. The pictures are too numerous to count. The music department heralded our class as the best yet. I got surprised with an award for being one of the best of those best! And even though some things didn’t go as perfectly as I would have liked, I wouldn’t have changed a single thing about yesterday.
So now, I’m a college graduate. And I’m back in my childhood bedroom, surrounded by teenage artifacts? Something’s wrong with this picture. I need my roommates, my hall, my history buddies, and my E-board back. I want to be back in my noisy dorm, unable to sleep because there’s a group talking outside my room. I have to rush off to a late-night study session in our music classroom with my dear friends. And I absolutely need to crawl back into my best friend’s bed, wineglass in hand, to rehash every single detail of college and gossip for the rest of our lives.
I know, that will never happen again. I’ll see the people I love dearly, but that chapter is officially closed, now that I’m once again around the corner from my elementary school. I wish I knew what else to say. It’s so hard to believe it’s over now.
Guys, I’m enjoying studying and writing a paper. What a way to leave college, huh? Or you can call me crazy, that’s okay, too.
"The word ‘listen’ contains the same letters as the word ‘silent.’"
—
Alfred Brendel, Austrian pianist
(Thanks for passing this along, Dad.)
What an incredible life story. I feel honored to attend a school that has such astounding teachers and mentors.
"Fine is good enough. Great comes later."
— Dr. Shaber
I dare you not to smile.
“Oh, thithter!!”
(Proof of how incredible this guy is. I can’t stop listening.)
Today’s discoveries
- Singers are wonderful and awful, all at once.
- But if I’m hanging out with them, I can’t deal with non-singers very readily. Sorry.
- Rebecca Luker is actually a godsend.
- Matthew Grills is the new love of my life.
- He’s gay.
- I only love gay men.
- Getting a master’s into my back pocket is a good idea (advice from Sandy/Patti LuPone), but if I want this singing thing, I’ve gotta go for it! (advice from Matt, Kendra, Addie, Kristin, and every other performer at Eastman.)
