Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Boyfriends, Band, and College in General.

So...I've gotten quite a few messages from some of you guys that were, to be honest, were quite frightening. Most of them threatening my life if I didn't write another blog soon. And since it's been something like four months since my last post, I guess you're kinda right.


ANYWAY. This is normally the part where I go over all the things you've missed, and catch you up on the stuff that's happened to me between the last time I posted and now. However, seeing as what you've missed this time is my entire first semester of college, I think it would be best if, instead of going over EVERYTHING, I just, kind of...sum up.


First of all, as most of you probably know from my facebook (or from me talking about him constantly), I have been dating someone for about four months now. We met at a party celebrating the end of band camp right before school started, and really hit it off. For the past few months, he has become more than just my boyfriend, he is my best friend and the person I have the most fun with, and I love him very much. Also, my cats like him. Which as you all know is extremely important to me. So, in terms of the dating scene, I am doing very nicely, thank you. Well, more than nicely. I am fantastic and VERY happy. :)

As most of you ALSO probably know, from my old posts, I took part in the Marching Scarlet and Grey this semester. However, instead of being a member of the colorguard as I was throughout high school. I played trumpet instead. I was really nervous about it at first, but I ended up loving it so much more than I thought I would, and making some amazing friends there. I also ended up in a band fraternity. No, NOT sorority. Fraternity. I know you're probably like, "Um, sweetie? Fraternities are for MEN. You are a GIRL. You in the WRONG place." But before you start questioning my femininity, let me explain. Kappa Kappa Psi is a co-ed service fraternity. Not a SOCIAL Greek organization, as most of the fraternities and sororities you probably know of are. KKPsi exists simply to serve the band, and I must say we do an excellent job. I became a brother of KKPsi in November, and I love it so much. ALSO, since the majority of you went to high school with me, I have a piece of information that will amuse you. Mr.V is ALSO a brother of KKPsi. So, me and V are technically brothers. Which I find hysterical.
Anyway, to sum up band, I absolutely made the best decision I could have ever made by joining band because it was AMAZING, and I cannot wait for next year's marching season to start.

Now I guess I should tell you about my classes...


.......That was a joke. I do NOT want to tell you about my classes. It was bad enough going through them once. Don't believe me? Let me give you a quick run-through of my Western Civ exam.

So, I think during the week of exams, I probably slept like a total of ten hours. I pulled, like, three all nighters in the space of five days. Anyway, I didn't sleep the night before my Western Civ exam because I was too busy studying for the darn thing. Because let me tell you, that class is HARD. Anyway, I get to the exam the next morning, and sit down next to my friend Micah (who, by the way is another trumpet player in the band that I adore) and we talk about how we're gonna kick the crap out of this exam, and how hard we studies, etc, etc. And so Dr. Albritton hands out these monstrously huge exams, and we look at each other, and it clear what we're both thinking.


Two guys in the back of the classroom promptly start to cry (And I'm not gonna lie, I cried with them) and people got kicked out for cheating, and my poor friend Micah started having such a mental breakdown he started drawing pictures instead of writing actual answers. But I can't really sit judgement on him- I wrote Harry Potter characters instead of people's names. I couldn't even look Dr. Abritton in the eye when I handed in my exam because I felt like I had personally offended this man by failing his exam that hard.

On the positive side, I still passed the class. So I guess it's all good.

Anyway, between midnight Taco Bell runs, late night study sessions, and those rare lazy days just hanging out in the dorm, I can pretty much say that college is the bomb.

Also, I have something that might shock a few of you. I am no longer an English major. I changed it about two months ago and I am now a Biology major.

I know what you're thinking.

"MYRA. What the CRAP. You LOVE English. It's your thing. Writing is what you DO."

Which is all true. But at the time I changed my major, I wasn't thinking along the lines of what I enjoyed doing. I was thinking along the lines of what would be a practical career choice. There are so many more job opportunities when you have a Biology degree. What was I gonna do with a degree in English??

For a long time, I was absolutely positive I had made the right choice. Now, however, I have been rethinking the whole thing. And I'm gonna be honest here, I'm scared to death I've made a really bad decision. Because English and literature is what I love. I mean, I do like science and stuff too, but I won't have a passion for it like I do for writing. (Well duh...I mean, you don't see me voluntarily putting oxidation equations and the life cycle of a tree frog on here, do you? No. It's all my writing.) But I don't want to be the spaz girl that changes her major twice in her first year of college. So now I'm kind of torn as to what to do. I mean, I could always become a double major, but it would be TOTALLY stressful, a lot more work, and all the extra hours might mean pulling out of band next year. Which I don't want. So I don't know what to do- change back to English to do what I love? Or stay Biology and have better job opportunities, even though it's not something I would truly love to do? Ugh.

Being a grown-up sucks. :(

Anyway, that's about all you've missed out on...I plan on writing again after New Year's, so keep an eye out for my next post.


(P.S, Comments or opinions on the whole "what should I do about my major thing" are appreciated.)