So. University is a thing I do now.
It has already been 8 weeks of my life.
8 wonderful, crazy, heart-breaking, exciting, overwhelming, joy filled weeks.
People I didn't even know existed 3 months ago are now constants in my every day. The 2nd floor hallway of the music building has basically become my other home, and people have begun to notice. "Do you live here or something?" is a question that has been asked of me on several occasions while I'm sitting in my spot(coincidentally I am typing this blog from that exact location).
There are people who I have a routine with. We save each other seats in class; go for tea breaks when we need them; have running jokes; complain about the same things; and work hard to improve together.
This faculty is so small and closely knit that it is easy for others' problems and stress to radiate into your life. Sometimes I find it very hard to separate myself from that, but I am learning. I don't think blocking it out it what I need to do, just filter. Sometimes I need space, and others I just need to be embraced by the chaos of it all and revel in the craziness of music school.
I often joke about how my life could be a sit-com. The hilarious vignettes that occur on a daily basis are pure comic gold. This is like another form of reality, far from anything I have ever known. There are characters in my life that provide so much colour to an ever widening spectrum.
I'm loving my life. Even on mornings when I dread coming to school, worried about having to be with people, or having to wait in the dark for my early morning bus... I always find a happiness here. Things are never as bad as they seem when you are in the music building surrounded by an army of friends - and people who's names you don't even know - ready to hold your a float.
More often than not, there will be tears. Tears are a regular occurrence. Not always my own... but they are around, and you never have to look far. But hugs are also plentiful. Hugs, good advice, and a listening ear. You will never be with out those.
There are days when all you hear from people are complaints about the demands placed on us, or whatever the topic is of the day, but when you really stop to think of it, every life here is blessed.
Everyone here is learning about the thing they love, are passionate about, want to be doing.
Everyone here has some sort of dream. There are so many different dreams that are being grown, and changed, and realized here. It is nothing less than magical.
