Goodnight little girls. Thank the Lord you are well.

"In an old house in Paris, that was covered in vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines."

That, for you who did not have much of a childhood, was from the book Madeline. Originally, I wanted to do a little story book based off of Madeline. Unfortunately, I have no artistic skills whatsoever, so I nixed that idea and went for a poem instead. I love really cute poetry like in Madeline, and Dr. Seuss, so it seemed like a good fit. I am not a very experienced writer, but I thought "Hey, I'll give it a shot!"

Before I came to Converse, I thought I knew about music. I do know about music, just not as much as I thought. Everything that I thought about music has changed in both good and bad ways. I learned that asking questions is good, and you won't be looked down on for asking. I learned that I can have friends. I've learned that music is even harder than I thought it was. I've learned that music can be even more ridiculously fun than I thought it ever could be. Every second of every day, I'm thinking about music. I'm analyzing every song, every melody I hear. In short, I'm becoming a music freak.

By the time I graduate, I hope I'm better musician. I hope my performance skills are greatly improved, with both my singing and my playing. I hope that I learn to just let things go and I realize that God has a plan and that whatever it is; it will all work out someday.



"And that's all that there is. There isn't anymore."



In an old little house that was covered with bricks
lived a girl and her piano, which made her quite sick.
Practicing was boring, recitals were scary
And nothing could make her think the contrary.
Until one day she met a composer named Haydn,
Needless to say she was sort of excited.
She learned the sonata by the end of the week.
And it started her thinking,
A future in music may not be so bleak.
Soooooooo
She came to Converse to study piano and singing.
She thought her knowledge of music was huge,
Until she was asked which instrument was a bassoon.
What's counterpoint? Voice leading? A C major seven?
She thought she would die and go straight up to heaven.
She had a lot to learn, and was helped by her friends
Who played violin, cello, flute, and French horn
And there's plenty of singers, thought that's kind of the norm.
They helped her with Italian, nerves, and theory.
And after a lot of hard work, she could understand clearly.
Theory is difficult, of that there's no doubt,
Understanding takes a while, so it's useless to pout.
Italian is exciting and nerves are plain dumb, the one things that matters is just having fun.
As she looked to her future she had one thing to say,
"Although music is hard, I'll do it anyway.
 I'll create the next Netrebko and Callas,
 And hopefully I'll be in Europe, not Dallas.
I'll play the piano all day and be in operas at night
But my name won't be the one sparkling in lights.
And that's ok because, when it comes to performing
I'd rather be backstage helping till morning.
But, till then, if I'm needed, I'm in room 221
Practicing scales, which are now kinda fun."