Oh, funny.

Lately I have been rather down on the whole “being a music student” situation, largely because I have this crisis around this time every year, and also because of some complicated voice/body/vocality issues that are best left undiscussed. In order to make myself feel better, here are some good things about being a music student:

1. Last week, my voice lesson consisted of pretty much just rolling around on the floor to feel how my lungs work. That’s pretty funny.

2. Yesterday, my voice lesson consisted of saying “I DON’T LIKE THAT,” and “HOW KIND OF YOU TO COME” and “THAT’S SCARY” at a loud volume, kind of sprechstimme style, because, according to my teacher, it will make me a better singer.

3. I get to hang out with a funny old man who teaches me things about Baroque music and makes me not quite so scared of it, and who, this one time, said to me “Ok, here’s what’s going to happen. I got you this cookie. Because I want to eat a cookie. And I’ll feel guilty if I eat a cookie in front of you and you don’t have a cookie. I hope you can sing while eating a cookie.”

4. I get to write papers about crazy shit. Like Le Tigre. And Rock Schools. And The Shining.

5. There’s apparently a rumour circulating in the music department that I transferred to music from forestry. This doesn’t actually count as a good thing about being a music student, but rather, it is an example of typical things that happen to me in my life. And, hey, rumours about my secret past life as a lover of the woods and the great outdoors are pretty funny, I guess. And I did take a career aptitude test in high school that suggested I be a lumberjack or a rabbi, so it’s not completely far-fetched.