Okay, there are still finals left for this semester – the majority for which I am terrified – but I’m afraid that there won’t be much time to write anything afterward and I feel like I should reflect on the changes I’ve made over my first year in college. It will all be a rush: after finals, I need to hurry up and move out, rehearse with the Wind Symphony for a few days, ship off to tour Europe for three weeks, fly back here to get my wisdom teeth yanked, return home for a month, then say goodbye so I can fly back to the MTC in Provo by July 5. After that the remainder of two years I will be serving my mission in Australia, and for that period of time it is unlikely that this blog will even be updated. But enough about my immediate future.
I remember when I first posted about arriving here in Utah. It was kind of like it is now – excitement, anxiety for the future. The complications of moving around so much! Here I was, not knowing anybody, expecting to eventually be able to become familiar with the place and lots of people. Then there was band camp. What a hot, dry, exhausting week. I made really good friends in band, especially with the members of my section, my skin became black and I drank more water than I ever could have imagined. This is some strange new climate I’ve (almost) gotten accustomed to! But truly marching band was one of the keys to my existence last semester. It was the reason my roommates hardly ever saw me; the football games, rehearsals, socials, and variety show were kind of the highlights of the semester.
Oh the roommates. What can I say? That indeed first impressions are often wrong. They know I thought I lived with weirdos when I first moved in. How judgmental could I be? I couldn’t have picked a better bunch to room with, not on the entire campus. They’ve become my best friends here and I love just sitting around talking with them about anything, even the dumbest things. I’ve probably lost a few IQ points in the process. We lived in Snow Hall last semester until it got torn down. God bless. But then we were rewarded with Building 26 of the luxurious new apartments in New Heritage. It’s practically so easy to live here that time’s really flown by so quickly.
I’ve gone off on composing adventures. Late nights – that’s when the ideas came to me. Pulled way too many all-nighters in relation to this. Even though my output was small, I’ve gained a lot of experience and insight in my own writing. I probably learned a lot more in Music Theory and Ear Training than I think I have, because at least something’s changed. And my struggle with new music continues until today. Even if I was aware of the strange things in modern music when I was in high school, I still wasn’t prepared for the ways it would hit me in college. Especially when taking Music Composition and being assigned to write in new styles that I would never attempt on my own. These things brought many, many questions into my head about the entire purpose of music. But I have enjoyed the new music concerts. I was lucky (and wise) enough to attend as many as I could and broaden my musical tastes. I was lucky to attend any concert actually. I’ve loved stalking BYU Arts for events that I could go to and see all the concerts, recitals, and shows. It’s one of those gems of living so near the HFAC.
It’s in the HFAC that I built the majority of my web of relationships. People see me there all the time; it is my second home. You do meet the most amazing people there. I’ve seen talent that has driven me to a point of jealousy that had become rage. I’ve met other people with startlingly similar interests as me. And for some of the friends I’ve made there, quickly or slowly, I hold so much love and respect. I still don’t understand how they can be both so talented and have such strong testimonies at the same time… it’s like they’re so perfect. Of course this is impressive when it comes to science and engineering, but good musicianship speaks to me on a personal level.
Other random memories. Getting mission papers done in secret. Clarinet fest (unsuccessful all-nighters). Bishop setting us up on dates. Being the toe for the independence half-time show. Hearing that great rendition of ‘Colors of the Wind’ for the first time. Variety shows. Mission calls. Music civ exams. Seeing my siblings (rarely) and getting Yogurtland. Juries. Frosted rocks. The sloth video. Hiking the Y at night. Home teaching woes, and triumphs. Quoting Mulan. Belting H2$ at 2AM. Por que no funciona la red? From Cumorah’s Hill rehearsals. Baconators. The power of tunnel singing. Seeing old friends on campus. Standing in the Drive-thru at Wendy’s. Music (and instruments) falling apart onstage. Joseph Alessi, Catharine Hartig, and Bill Smith. VanDoren, Mitchell Lurie, and Rico! Terrible Chinese food. American Heritage lectures. Stop it! My roommates’ laughs. Last-minute hires. And basically going to every concert possible.
So, looking back. I know I skipped a ton, but you can’t keep track of everything. If one thing has changed about me, what would that be? I feel that college that been a truly humbling experience for me, to learn about myself, to learn about God. I’ve learned a ton in such a short amount of time, and I expect to learn much more in the coming years. But using this experience as a way to wipe my slate clean and adapt to a new environment has allowed me to change my attitude toward life. I’ve been given the chance to make myself whatever I wanted to be out here, and I’ve chosen to be happy with the conditions I chose. This has been a wonderful year, and I’m going to miss anyone that I don’t see for a while. It’s almost time to say goodbye; I’ve said a few already. This is one amazing school and I couldn’t be more grateful for the gifts and opportunities I’ve gotten because of it.
Let us all press on!