College, Struggles, and College Struggles (Part 1.)

This is PART 1 of my story, I'll start working on part two after this one is published!

Hey guys! I've missed being here and posting here. I spill play video games and enjoy music and all that jazz. Recently, I've been adjusting to college. I'm on my second semester of college and I have changed my major. Here's my story so far,

When I first moved in, it was the first day of band camp. I was very excited. I learned about all the many wonders of college marching band. My old band director would have never let us march in the rain, but college marching and concert band is so much different. 

Note: I've heard that other people's high school directors made them march in thee rain so maybe my band director in high school was a rare breed.

Anyway, my first college football season wasn't;t so bad honestly. It was definitely a lot more demanding but it was still fun. But the school year was where a lot of my struggles happened. For starters, I was a music major but I lacked the amount of dedication one must have to be a music major. Music Theory was killing me, I sucked at piano, and I couldn't maintain a steady practice log to save my life. It just seemed like I was better at playing music rather than actually committing to it as a college major. It was also at this time that I had managed to ruin a friendship over something petty that was also my fault in a way. But I'll touch on that later.

The first issue in my personal life was a professor I had. She was sometimes unhelpful but told us that teachers were there to help and there were people to make sure that the teachers were in check in making sure that the students needs were being met. Now I'd never really had a real issue with her except this one time where I missed the first week of school because I had COVID (it swept across the trombone section as if it were a slasher in a horror film) and I sent a picture of my positive home test to everyone since I wasn't feeling well enough to go to the health center and I didn't have a cat I could drive to get a test and excuse somewhere else. She needed a doctor's excuse meanwhile everyone else happily accepted it and marked me as excused. I then had to contact my doctor and get an excuse, but hey, it's protocol and she wanted me to follow it and so I did.

The problem came later in the year when my friend was having trouble with something and he offered to print it out and give it to her. A few others were allowed to do this but she decided to not let my friend do that and basically told him to suck it up and found a new way. Well, the next day in class when we were having a lecture about how teachers should be helpful, my friend, whom she told to suck it up, called her out indirectly. Now, you might be asking me, "Scoutie, how does this in any way affect you?" Well, I'll tell you. After she called him after class me and the rest of my friends went to get lunch. Once he met back up with us he was fuming.

He told us that she said he'd been very disrespectful and that our whole friend group was getting rowdy. Let me remind you, we all sat in the corner and were all very quiet and respectful. Our grades suffered under her but we still managed to pass. I passed assignments and barely my final. I still don't know how I managed to since she was practically beefing with us.

And on that other thing, I don't really want to say what happened but after it happened I started talking bad about him to my smaller group of friends. They didn't know him except for one and so they were agreeing with me for a while. Eventually, one day, I was doing some self-care when I realized that I was actually being a jerk and blowing it out of proportion so I stopped talking about him. But the damage had already been done and he'd u added me on everything because he found out. I now realize that I wasn't even mad at him and I just took my college frustration out on him. He hadn't really done anything wrong to him.

At the same time,I was struggling with my major, and my private lesson professor suggested that I switch to something else. I agreed and began to look out for some of my other interests. That's when psychology came into the field. We had decided to switch my major from Music Genera; and my minor in Music Production, to a major in Psychology and a minor in Fine Arts. And so, that's exactly what I did. I sent in a major request form and waited for an email and for my major to change in the self-service page.

I didn't know it at the time, but that was the start of the greatest academic comeback I would ever have.

(Tune in for part 2 COMING SOON!!!)