If I was smarter or better with words, I would have no problem sharing with you the incredible circumstances that I find myself in. I am currently sitting at my somewhat-organized desk in my dorm room, listening to music on shuffle (we just changed from the Civil Wars to Anything Goes– this is typical), lighted by artsy paper lamps. I am a brand new student at Belmont University, the same university that I thought I would never survive at a year ago. It’s hard to really describe that whole process and what living here just a few short days has already done to me, but here are a few snapshots of the things that are racking my brain:
1) I belong here. Belmont is THE school for artists. Just last night, I was trying to leave a voicemail for a friend while I was walking back to my dorm, and I was interrupted by a improvised jam session complete with three guitars and a soulful trumpet. I went to a worship night, and I could hear the congregation breaking out into at least four harmony parts during each song. The students love to dance, break out into song, act artsy and deep… I heard someone say that Belmont is an artist’s oasis, and I wholeheartedly agree.
2) I am wanted here. Besides the fact that Belmont culturally fits my personality, the people here are so nice that it’s hard to ever imagine that I didn’t want to go here. BU is intentional about getting their students connected and pouring into them, as I have already experienced during orientation with activities scheduled from 8 AM to 10 PM almost every night. I’ve made some sweet friends that I spend late nights talking with, and I am invited and encouraged to befriend my professors and administration. On top of that, in my music business class, which is the most popular major on campus, my professor looked at us on our first day and said, “We are so happy to have you here and so excited to see what you will contribute to this university and this industry.” To feel special sitting in that overpopulated class was exhilarating to me. I skipped back to my dorm room beaming from ear to ear.
3) I am inspired here. I just finished a ton of homework, and the reading inspired me to get up and do something productive. I sang, I cleaned, I sat down to type this. My homework inspired me. How many people can say that their first two days of classes influenced their goals, perspective, and motivation level? I did the reading for my theater class and remembered that I love participating in and watching theater more than I love a lot of things. I did the reading for my music business class, and I realized that the only side of the industry that I felt like I related to was the performance side. For the past week, I’ve been saying, “I’m majoring in music business… For now.” I have so many interests and talents, and instead of feeling squashed by the stiff competition here, I am encouraged by it. I didn’t expect for that to happen. I could not have possibly imagined that I would be so happy here, but trust me, I thank God every second for it.