Five Things that Happen to ALL Music Majors
Freaking out about music theory homework. EVERYBODY does it. The freaking out, I mean. Some people don’t do the homework, but that is not a Successful Strategy. That is how you get to take even more music theory because you didn’t pass. And the thought of not passing is what is causing you to gently hyperventilate when you stare at your worksheet, wondering who the hell is Tristan and what does he have to do with these Germans you teacher was talking about during your 8 am. (It was early, you weren’t paying very much attention.)
Crying in a practice room. Practice rooms are theoretically soundproof, they have no windows or windows that are easily covered, and no one questions why you’d be alone in there for a while. Whether it be a few tears of frustration or an actual, bawling, red-eyed, messy tantrum, every music major will cry in a practice room at some point.
Performing a concert when you should honestly probably be hospitalized. I once sang in a composition recital with a compress still around my arm from the antibiotic IV I’d been on 45 minutes ago. Was this a good plan? Probably not! Eventually you will have undiagnosed walking pneumonia, or awful tonsilitis, or an ankle that’s so twisted it’s almost on backwards, and you’ll do a concert anyway. It’s best to do this during your undergrad, so your teacher can yell at you and shame you into not doing it again.
Teaching your first student and having NO CLUE what you’re doing. So! Students are weird and not at all as simple as your pedagogy class led you to believe! Fear not, though, brave musician, for everyone who now teaches had a first student too. And honestly, everyone else was confused too.
Knowing what probably caused those stains in the music lounge and falling asleep there anyway. Seriously, they’re a weird kind of tan-ish brown, they’re on the couch and the floor, and just. Just gross. So gross. And yet, the couch is disgustingly comfortable, you’re running on four hours of sleep because of your theory homework, you’re fighting off a cold so you aren’t sick for a concert, you’ve already taught a lesson today, and if you don’t sleep Bach is going to make you cry. So you fall asleep on the sketchy couch anyway. Congratulations, you’re now officially a Music Major.