A New Legend

When I was younger, I always had a thing for music. I was put in the children's choir at church when I was little and had been in the choirs at the church ever since. My dad was into all types of rock music and played it all the time in the house. My mom was into the blues, and played it as much as my dad played his music. We were all very music oriented. So I thought, why not do music all the time? I had realized how much I actually loved music and how it had become a pretty big part of my life.

I continued to sing in choirs in my elementary and middle school. I had solfege and sight reading beaten into me, so I carried it along with me as well (after some time, I realized how amazing it was to have these skills before I got here). I became part of the high school choir in my freshman year of high school. These people were like a second family to me. They were a very important part of my life and continued to make my love for music grow stronger and stronger. During my senior year of high school, my father fell ill and was placed into surgery to fix up some of the valves on his heart. As dangerous as that procedure was, he came out of surgery a little beaten up, but definitely okay enough to come home. It worsened over time and I started to become a bit worried.

While my dad would sit there sick, I played him songs from the guitar that he bought me the Christmas before the surgery. It would usually put him to sleep, but I didn't really complain. Personally, he needed the rest and whatever made him feel better was the best option. So I sat there around every night and played him a song so that he could go to bed (he already had plenty of issues sleeping before the surgery). But in the middle of the night, he couldn't gather enough strength to keep going. I woke up from his fall and I ran out there beside my mother to help him. We tried and tried, but it didn't really work... We grieved for some time and tried to continue our lives. It was hard work, especially since I was about to head off to college. After all of this happening, I realized that I wanted to use my music to help people like my father. Sad story short, I decided that I was going to study and train to become a music therapist.

A new year begins.
A girl with no clue continues on.
Past events hurt her continuously.
It seems like all hope was gone.
But as time flew by, a new want is created.
A want to continue her dream.
A dream her father encouraged.
Threads of his heart controlled the seams.
She went to Converse with tough times ahead.
A dreadful first week of constant auditions.
She prayed to her father for him to watch her.
With his guidance, she became a musician.
She began her classes and studied hard,
Her heart guiding her to her goal.
Though there were plenty of things that blocked her path,
She simply paid the toll.
The girl began to feel homesick,
Missing her mother and sister the same,
Almost letting her grades falter,
And she was definitely the one to blame.
But she noticed the friends at her side,
Who helped her out every day.
So why should she be so sad,
And take everything the hard way?
She bucked up and carried on,
Her first year definitely tough.
And there’s still more for her to experience,
Even if she’s had enough.
So even tough times can tear a girl apart,
And grades can help the stress.
But this one girl can certainly say,
That her first year will be her best.

 I hope that in the future years of being here at Converse that I become the music therapist that I wish to be. I will study hard for all of my classes and try my best to prove that I really am worthy of that position. I want to become Board-Certified and help those in need of special treatment. With my dad by my side, as well as my family and my boyfriend, soon to be husband at some point, I will achieve my goals and become the person I truly want to be.