Nineteen. University of Houston Sophomore. Majoring in Music Education - Clarinet. Politics is dumb but I follow it. I'm gay. Being positive is always a good thing.

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So, I think it’s safe to say that, many band people, or musicians in general, have felt the pain of not doing as well on an audition as they’d like to have done. Today that disappointment touched me again. This time, however, it affected me much more than other auditions. 

I’ve had my fair share of bad auditions. More than enough to make me very insecure about my musicianship. I have had enough great experiences in music, though, to convince me that teaching music is what I want to do with the rest of my life - or at least I was convinced.

Band placements were posted today and I made third band, second chair for the third semester in a row. I’m sure many people will say that others would have been happy to receive this chair as opposed to a lower one. The thing is, though, that three semesters of stagnation is not something that I see positively. In fact, it is quite negative. 

"Well, try harder next time". Yeah, I know. But I thought I was trying harder. Harder than ever before in fact. I thought I had seen my clarinet playing improve by leaps and bounds from the first time I entered U of H. Unfortunately, the results don’t match up. This is probably what made me feel so shitty about today’s announcement. The fact that I thought I improved significantly only to be shown that I have stayed at the same level is more than frustrating. Even more disheartening is that I was told by someone that they had not even practiced the whole summer - yet they beat me. I actually practiced during the summer. A lot. But apparently not enough.

Now, I’m the lowest chair out of my class. Looking at it this way, I have not even stayed at the same level, I’ve sunk. It then brings up the question: how can I expect to get others better if I can’t even get better myself? How can I be a teacher of a subject yet not be close to mastering it on my own? The answer is you can’t and that’s what troubles me. Is this even right for me? I’ve always had doubts but seeing these not so promising results has pushed those doubts to the front of my mind. Should I be doing something else? Career counselors always warn that, even though you think something is cool, that doesn’t mean you’re good at it and should think about pursuing another route. Maybe this just isn’t for me. 

I already told myself this semester was gonna be the semester where I decide whether music is really my thing. Although, that decision may be much closer to being resolved than I thought it would.

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An 87 Year Old College Student Named RoseThe first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.”As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

this is the best thing I have ever read in my life

This is truly inspirational


Am I allowed to cry? Is that okay? I’m gonna cry now. Because that truly was beautiful.

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An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. 
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me 
with a smile that lit up her entire being. 

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. 

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the 
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” 
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. 

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and 
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. 

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was 
introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell 
you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop 
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. 

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing 
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. 

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. 
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those 
with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died 
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s 
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS 
OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

this is the best thing I have ever read in my life

This is truly inspirational

Am I allowed to cry? Is that okay? I’m gonna cry now. Because that truly was beautiful.