Teachers and professors throughout my education have claimed that if you understand the writer, you will understand the writing and have an actual appreciation for it. Those who really know me can verify how true the following statements are in describing me:
Harry Potter Enthusiast.
If I said that I watched Harry Potter every day, it could quite possibly be an understatement. It’s also possible that I can name any song from the movies and what scene it’s from. It might also be true that I’ve read the books more times than I can count on my hands (and/or toes). My friends call it an obsession, but Harry Potter’s world fascinates me. I can’t help it if I enjoy the uniforms Gryffindor wears for Quidditch matches, or analyze the inflection of Dumbledore’s words as he passes his wisdom to Harry, or laugh at Hermione’s hair as it fluffs over a boiling cauldron of Living Death (to which, by the way, I can certainly relate). JK Rowling has developed an entire story-world that captivates my imagination, and I simply enjoy her masterpiece in its entirety. Most likely, when you spot me at the gym or driving in my truck (whose name is Rosey because I love flowers), I am singing and conducting to Harry Potter soundtracks. No shame.
Okay, so calling myself a “Cat Whisperer” may be an exaggeration – but I do like to pretend that my Siamese, Frederic, and I have conversations sometimes. Over a casual lunch, my mother spoiled her birthday surprise and claimed to have found the PERFECT present for me: a kitten. I flipped. I had wanted my very own cat since I was little (I had several cats while growing up, but they all despised me – possibly because I dressed them up in doll clothes and claimed them to be my children, but who knows?). We brainstormed for a couple hours names for the precious addition to the family. Being lovers of antiques and also a musical family, we settled on Frederic, after my favorite composer, Frederic Chopin. We rushed to PetCo and ironically, the owner and breeder of Frederic-To-Be was seeing to him and his two sisters. As soon as I laid eyes on this little white furball with the big, blue eyes, I was sold. Done deal. Even though he was only six weeks old, we took him with us to settle him into his new home. Oh! did I mention my father was a hunter and not fond of cats?
As a musician, I have had years of private lessons and participated in a wide variety of ensembles and productions, but never had I been put through a program like the Collinsworth School of Music. It is, honestly, a musician’s boot camp—tough and rigorous—but once completed, you will have adequate knowledge and experience to stand toe-to-toe with any professional in the business. Thirteen of my units this semester are music classes, including two singing ensembles, one small singing group where I am the pianist, and three private lessons. Each day is a workout for my music brain, challenging my training and skills to grow to a higher, more sophisticated standard. I thrive on learning the techniques of music, the history from earlier times and cultures, and the science and theories involved. God continues to use me musically and is developing the gift of music in my life to further His kingdom and to glorify Him. The passion I have for this art has rooted deep into my heart and into the very core of who I am, and I am here at CBU to develop the talents God gave me and learn to share them to glorify Him.
Just a small snippet from my heart to share, but trust me, what BIG parts they play!