2008 Woodie Awards
Music majors more dedicated than most others
By Lacey Hiles
Rocket Staff Writer
Issue date: 11/11/05 Section: Opinion
You know, music majors are some seriously dedicated folk. My roommate is one, and she's in our room about as often as, well, almost never. Eat, sleep and type papers is all about she does when she's here. It seems like she's always off to that class, this practice. She has 11 classes and how she manages that load I have yet to figure out.
The Spring 2006 schedule is up now and the sounds of frustration echoed as she attempted to get everything she needed and wanted to fit. I think the total of classes is up to twelve at the moment and may go higher. For you Harry Potter lovers, I'm living with Hermione Granger from the third book- poor Kristin is going to need a Time-Turner to get everything done!
If I had to face that kind of class load, I'd say screw it and go work at Mickey D's. Seriously. Then again, I'm a lazy bum and I'll admit it. Unless I have a reason other than eating to go out to Weisenfluh or Sheetz, I'm not going. I'll sit in my room, break out my ramen and chopsticks, and watch Law & Order repeats. If I have to mail something at the post office or make a Sheetz run for the M&T ATM, I'll wait until I'm out that way anyhow to do it. See? A lazy bum am I.
Now, I'm not saying other majors aren't dedicated. Trust me, I've run into a few of those gung-ho types that are really into what they're doing and that's fine. And don't get me wrong, I like my major (English), but I know I only chose it because that's pretty much all I'm good at, so I'm not exactly super dedicated to it. I like to read and write and that's about it. What I'm going to do with said English degree I have yet to figure out, but seeing as I'm a procrastinating lazy bum, I'll worry about that when I get there.
Call me paranoid, but somehow I know all my future English teachers are taking notes on this. Ah, well, every class needs a Corner Person. (My current role in College Writing I.)
I know this is why I'm not a music major. Forget the fact that I can't sing, can't play, can't direct, can't, well, anything. I'm just too much of a lazy bum. If anyone has seen how I dress (or how I look for that matter) then you can tell I am. But you know what? That's okay with me. Truth is, I'm not going to change anytime soon, and I'm content with being one. It's probably not what my mother wishes I was (she still has her hopes set on me being some strange hybrid of Jack McCoy and Harry Stone), but it works for me.
To sum up this rambling editorial, music majors are dedicated to, and sometimes crazily obsessed, but in a good way, with their work. I give them all the kudos, karma, credit and luck in the world for it, because I know there's no way I nor most other folks could do it.
How some people can call them idiots and stupid for doing what they do I don't know, other than to say that they must've been looking in the mirror when they thought of it. So music majors, all of you, my hats off to you.
The Spring 2006 schedule is up now and the sounds of frustration echoed as she attempted to get everything she needed and wanted to fit. I think the total of classes is up to twelve at the moment and may go higher. For you Harry Potter lovers, I'm living with Hermione Granger from the third book- poor Kristin is going to need a Time-Turner to get everything done!
If I had to face that kind of class load, I'd say screw it and go work at Mickey D's. Seriously. Then again, I'm a lazy bum and I'll admit it. Unless I have a reason other than eating to go out to Weisenfluh or Sheetz, I'm not going. I'll sit in my room, break out my ramen and chopsticks, and watch Law & Order repeats. If I have to mail something at the post office or make a Sheetz run for the M&T ATM, I'll wait until I'm out that way anyhow to do it. See? A lazy bum am I.
Now, I'm not saying other majors aren't dedicated. Trust me, I've run into a few of those gung-ho types that are really into what they're doing and that's fine. And don't get me wrong, I like my major (English), but I know I only chose it because that's pretty much all I'm good at, so I'm not exactly super dedicated to it. I like to read and write and that's about it. What I'm going to do with said English degree I have yet to figure out, but seeing as I'm a procrastinating lazy bum, I'll worry about that when I get there.
Call me paranoid, but somehow I know all my future English teachers are taking notes on this. Ah, well, every class needs a Corner Person. (My current role in College Writing I.)
I know this is why I'm not a music major. Forget the fact that I can't sing, can't play, can't direct, can't, well, anything. I'm just too much of a lazy bum. If anyone has seen how I dress (or how I look for that matter) then you can tell I am. But you know what? That's okay with me. Truth is, I'm not going to change anytime soon, and I'm content with being one. It's probably not what my mother wishes I was (she still has her hopes set on me being some strange hybrid of Jack McCoy and Harry Stone), but it works for me.
To sum up this rambling editorial, music majors are dedicated to, and sometimes crazily obsessed, but in a good way, with their work. I give them all the kudos, karma, credit and luck in the world for it, because I know there's no way I nor most other folks could do it.
How some people can call them idiots and stupid for doing what they do I don't know, other than to say that they must've been looking in the mirror when they thought of it. So music majors, all of you, my hats off to you.
