For the very first blog of my student success seminar, I am to answer some questions that have been listed for me to answer. Don't worry! It shouldn't take too long, or at least I hope that it doesn't end up being long. I type a lot!
Why did I decide to come to college?
Well, yeah it's not cheap what-so-ever. I came to college so that I can expand my learning abilities and have myself ready to be able to financially support my future family. Not only do I want to be financially ready, I want to be mentally ready for life itself. College is like a giant door that not many people like to open in their lifetimes. The door looks scary and often forbidden to others. But for some, the door symbolizes an adventure and brings them to many different places and surroundings. There's nothing to be afraid of!
Another reason is because I want to finally get the classes I need to become a Board Certified music therapist. That way, when I'm done with my classes and done with my internship (all before taking the exam!), I can help others in clinical institutions and use my love of music to bring others into the light. So they don't have to be depressed anymore, or placed differently from one another... The music shall bring us all together as one and we'll all express it through this wonderful therapeutic form.
So, why Converse?
I learned about the school through Elsie Maechtle... I honestly didn't even know what Converse was until she showed me and told me about it. I said to myself, "that looks like a pretty interesting school. And it's all girls?" Then, she and my choir director, Don Kirkindoll, told me about the wonderful music therapy program that it offered. I jumped on it immediately! I was looking for a school with a great program, and there it was! I could barely believe it. So, when I got the acceptance letter, I almost died from happiness. I didn't even think I was going to be accepted!
Why pick music?
I absolutely adore music in a very passionate way. Music is my entire life. And, as I see it, the world could have never survived without music. What person hates music? I'm not a well known scientist or world philosopher or anything, but I'm pretty sure no one in the world hated music. Music is a part of life, whether you see it or not. The rhythm in our walk, the tempo at which we talk, and music itself as our all time pleasure. Again, there's no possible way.
I've been learning music for over a decade now and it has brought itself to me and stuck to me like cement. I've been in over five different choirs, two musicals and plenty of small choir groups with my musically talented friends on the side (we'd go sing to old people and random strangers in the mall, it was fun!). I also have sang from many different ranges, including Soprano 1, Soprano 2, Alto 1, Alto 2 and even Tenor.
Music influences me and my life's challenges. Without it, I wouldn't be Caitlin Joy Skrivan anymore. Now, with music being a very important part of my own life, I thought it was even more amazing on how it effected others. It was joyous to see that something so simple could help someone with behavior issues, mental health problems and even disabilities. I'm a very big "got-to-help-everyone" person. I'm the first one to shout out, "do you need help?" or "anything you want me to do?" And seeing as I was such a helpful person at heart (couldn't help it), I decided that I could use this music to help those other people who need it most. (Sorry, this one's going to be long...)
When I was very young, I was diagnosed with acid reflux. It's pretty common now among children who didn't eat the correct foods and let it all eat away at their stomach, but I had a pretty bad case of it. Being sick constantly, I stayed home with my grandmother
almost every other week. She would play me Disney movies
every time. I love Disney movies, and the way the people sing in the songs got me feeling better in no time. It took about two years of constant movies and quick fixing of diets to bring me back to normal. As I got older, I thought to myself, "maybe it wasn't just the dieting?" I concluded that the songs that brought me happiness and joy, even while I was terribly sick, brought me back to health without me really knowing. It aided me in my terrible times and I was fixed.
My dad was also a big influence on me. He
"technically" wasn't musically talented, but he could play a mean banjo and an awesome harmonica. My dad and I were big rock and roll fans. He loved playing me random songs and having me list them out by heart. I was never really good at it back then, but we had fun. I would play Guitar Hero all the time on the Playstation and he would come and watch me like it was my own little concert. He told me to never give up on what I was good at. Music was what was meant to be with me, and that one day I'd be my own rock star and I'd have lots of fans. That, and I could buy him a new home to be taken care in. He was a silly father, I'll tell you. Some time during my senior year of high school, my father began to have surgery on his heart. It was a pretty big deal, but we knew he'd be okay. Through the next two weeks, my father began suffering severe pain from the surgery. He looked terrible... I would sit by him at night and made sure he fell asleep fine before worrying about my sleep or school in general. I would sing songs to him and show him cool things that I thought would make him better. He seemed completely fine. On Thanksgiving, my father passed away due to an aneurysm located on one of the blood vessels close to his heart. This struck me terribly and I really didn't know what to do. My father and I were so close, but now he was gone. What was I going to do? Never give up. I pursued music as a major and have the desire to become a music therapist, so I can help those like him never feel pain and to bring them along to something better than what my father ended up with. I'm doing this for him, and myself, so that I could do something good and leave a mark on the world saying that I was someone important.
What sort of muppet would I be and would I play the banjo?
Hmm... A muppet, you say? I would be very loud and obnoxious, always in other peoples business and talking the most. I would want to have fun all of the time, and bug the people who didn't want to join in on the fun that I was having by myself. I'd also be a bit crazy. Who isn't? I would love the play the banjo just like my dad. He was
way better than me, but I'd do my best to play that darn banjo.
And so, now you know the answers to all the questions~
Tune in to read up on more questions that I'll answer along the way!