So, ideally, I'd still like to one day work in the music industry making music. There are two major problems with being an individual artist with a genuine sound. I really don't know how to play any instruments, though I've dabbled in guitar and piano. Secondly, my knowledge of music theory is atrocious. Quite frankly, I couldn't compose anything more musically challenging than something along the lines of "Mary Had A Little Lamb". So I've taken to writing. I have always been inclined to write, whether it's silly poems, angst-y journal entries, or stories. I love writing, I do. So, I'm now a Literature Major in college. Funny how life turns out, right? Anyways, I haven't given up on music. I took a guitar class last semester, and this semester I'm in Voice lessons and Choir. Even though the instructors tend to favor those in Cantabileers, their elite choir, I'm hoping I'll get a solo in 'Seasons of Love'.
As for the writing, I've sorely disappointed my instructor in that area... I'm currently taking Literature in Translation. Sounds glamorous, but really we're reading novels that have already been translated. We don't have to do any of the hard work. It's funny, really. I knew my paper was going to be a disappointment. There was too much summarization of the plot, and not enough critical thinking. I really struggled with the paper. I had this interpretation, but I struggled with putting it into words, so I just took points from the story, hoping the professor would see what I saw. I knew it was the wrong way to go about it, but I couldn't find another way. I constantly doubt my decision to be a writer.
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