Getting Old…

A lot has happened in the month-and-a-half since my last post here. It can all be summed up in three words, however: I’m Getting Old!

While generally speaking, 21 is not an age that most would consider old, there have been a few things that have happened over the past 6 or so weeks that have made me much more aware of the fact that I’m “growing up” and soon will be in the “real world.” Allow me to list a few:

  1. Turning 21 – Yes, the biggest sign of my aging hit me on the 21st of July, when I celebrated my 21st birthday. While the evening was a blast, and a lot of fun to share with great friends, one of them said it best when he noted, “it’s all downhill from here!” 21 is really the last age at which there is any “reward” for a birthday (for those of you out of country-if there are any-I am now allowed to consume alcohol), so my friend made a great point when he pointed out that from here on out, there really isn’t anything to look forward to on a birthday except the knowledge that you’ve lived another year.
  2. Staffing a Band Camp – I have now participated in 7 band camps (plus one drum major camp) as a member of a marching band. In early August, however, I had the opportunity to work as a staff member for a band camp for the first time, helping a friend who recently graduated from UMiami with her second band camp as a teacher. This was a really eye-opening experience, and helped me develop my marching band teaching skills immensely. On top of that, it was downright fun!
  3. UM Band Camp – I began my third year as a member of the Band of the Hour this August, with band camp here in Miami. This year, I hold two leadership positions in the band; I am the Band Captain, as well as a Section Leader for the trumpet section. It’s hard to believe that I am starting my third year with the band, and even harder to believe that I only have one year left after this one.
  4. Junior-Level Classes – Since the first day I arrived on campus in 2007, I heard horror stories of the insane course load of Junior year in the Music Education program. I heard stories of people averaging 3 hours of sleep for the whole year, having to skip meals to finish projects, and having no sense of social life. While the semester has just started, it seems as though these stories may have been slight exaggerations. What really struck me, however, was the realization that all the projects I have heard the “older” Music Ed majors complain about for the past two years, the projects that classified someone as “old” once they had to do them, are now being found on my syllabi. Now, I’m the old person, who will probably be complaining about the massive load of projects an assignments come November.

All of these events, of course have been positive ones in my life, but when you put them all together, they are also a stark reminder that pretty soon, I’ll be graduating and starting a new stage of my life. Scary, huh?

In other news, the first football game of the season is just over a week away, as the Band of the Hour and the University of Miami family will travel up to Tallahassee this weekend to watch the ‘Canes take on rival Florida State in a prime-time game on ESPN on Labor Day. Keep an eye out for me on ESPN, and stay tuned for updates on this blog, and on my Twitter page!

5 thoughts on “Getting Old…

  1. I remember turning 21. That was 17 years ago for me. I didn't start feeling “older” until about 25 however, when I was in a band directing job, could hear my metabolism hitting the breaks, and was on my way to proposing to my future wife. A wise man once said “Your twenties are when you figure out who you are. Your thirties are when you figure out where you are going.” That has been a truth in my life.

  2. Thomas, thanks for your comment! I know it may seem amusing for people who have lived longer than I have for me to talk about feeling old at 21, and I'm sure things will seriously hit once I'm out in the “real world” so to speak, but I'm really looking forward to what life has in store for me!

  3. august is nothing. wait until november, and then april. wait until dr. jordan tells you how you've got to observe music time over fall break OR ELSE… the day before fall break. (now quick pretend to be me, getting tapped for TBS fall of junior year. now fast forward to that spring where you took over a floor as an RA halfway through the year.)

    23 and i feel ripe and old. shacking up with the man and talking about buying a house next summer. lol. gotta love the phoenix economy where rent is the same price as a mortgage.

    enjoy these last couple years. they go way too fast and you'll never have anything like them again.

  4. Wait until you find yourself creating those assignments that you used to complain about. Or when you find out that your students were born after you graduated from High School. Or when a parent calls you 'sir'. Or you make a reference to a movie in one of you classes that you are *sure* everyone in the entire world has seen and get blank stares! (I will refrain from making a “Bueller” comment here).

    Remember, growing old is mandatory – growing up is optional. Teachers are the youngest old people you will ever have the pleasure to meet and work with.

    I'm old and proud of it… ;D

  5. Wait until you find yourself creating those assignments that you used to complain about. Or when you find out that your students were born after you graduated from High School. Or when a parent calls you 'sir'. Or you make a reference to a movie in one of you classes that you are *sure* everyone in the entire world has seen and get blank stares! (I will refrain from making a “Bueller” comment here).

    Remember, growing old is mandatory – growing up is optional. Teachers are the youngest old people you will ever have the pleasure to meet and work with.

    I'm old and proud of it… ;D

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