As many of my friends are soon leaving to go to J-term at their respective colleges, whether it's to take a class or prepare to travel internationally for band or choir, or head elsewhere such as Fiji and New Zealand, Tennessee, or the Bahamas for J-term, I think that it may be a good idea to write about how I got to this point in my life. Fair warning, this is a long story.
The first time I heard about the Washington Internship Institute (the organization responsible for the program I will be a part of) was when I was a freshman and went to the Study Abroad Fair. At the time I pursued a double-major in Political Science and Music, so while the idea of spending a semester in Washington D.C. sounded cool to me, I knew that realistically I wouldn't be able to participate in the program and still graduate college in three and a half years like I intended. So I let the idea go and didn't think about it for a while.
Over the summer before sophomore year there was a lot of thinking about whether or not I was supposed to be a Music major, especially since I was rejected in my first attempt to enter into the Music major program. I was torn. While I was great at music theory, did well in my skill checks, had a great time with my composition project at the end of freshmen year, and do love music, my performance assessment on flute, my primary instrument, didn't go as well as I hoped since I get nervous when I play flute in public by myself. Also, it probably didn't help that I never had private flute lessons until college. Part of me wanted to try again with the second performance assessment, but at the same time part of me was afraid to fail again. By the end of the summer I still hadn't come to a resolution.
However, that all changed within the first week of sophomore year. As I read the syllabus for Music Theory III in my dorm after class, I took notice about all of the different forms of music that my classmates and I would learn about. Something about it made me feel ill at ease. Also, since I'm an over-analyzer, I wondered if by learning all of those concepts would cause me to analyze my music as I play it, which would in turn cause me to lose my enjoyment of music. After a lot of thinking, praying, and talking to a few friends about the matter, I dropped Music Theory III before the end of the first week of class. I still have the passion for music as well as sing and play flute and piano, it's just that the path of a Music major wasn't the best way for me to live out my passion. By becoming a Music minor, my three and a half year plan (instead of the typical four year plan for college) had more freedom.
I suddenly realized that now I could spend a semester in Washington D.C., and I already had a sense of when would be a good time to go. As a person in choir, there was no way that I wanted to miss Christmas in Christ Chapel. Also, more of the fall semester classes caught my eye than spring. After I talked to a couple friends, I decided to apply to study abroad for Spring 2015. Once I submitted my application though, I knew that the Study Abroad Program at Gustavus wanted to have a more even distribution of students going abroad in fall and spring and since more people request to go abroad in the spring than in the fall, I knew there was going to be some people who wouldn't be allowed to go in the spring but be requested that they go in the fall. I hoped and prayed that I would not be one of the people who would be asked to change my plans. After a long wait, I received an e-mail which stated that I was allowed to study abroad for Spring 2015.
This last summer, part of my time was dedicated to applying to the Washington Internship Institute. There was a two-step acceptance process, and the second step required recommendation letters from a couple of my professors. However, in my haste to get the application process done and over with early, I had applied at a point in time where my professors weren't checking their e-mails as much because they were enjoying their own summers. As the deadline approached for the letters to come in, I started to worry since I hadn't heard anything from the professors I originally messaged, so I sent requests for recommendation letters to a few more professors. I wondered what would happen if the letters didn't come in time, so I messaged one of the coordinators of the Washington Internship Institute about my concerns. With a few days to spare, I finally heard back from my professors and the required recommendation letters came in on time. However, this was not the last of my obstacles.
Last semester, with the help of my intern advisers of the Washington Internship Institute, I applied to many different organizations that caught my interest in the hopes that I could be their intern. I submitted many cover letters and resumes, but there was a long period of silence. The lack of responses was so long that I worried I wasn't good enough to be an intern anywhere in D.C., that maybe I incorrectly perceived what God's will was for me. I had come so far already... were all of my efforts in vain? Eventually I got a few certain nos, which gave me a bit of closure in that God didn't want me to intern for those organizations. My intern advisers warned me that organizations don't always think ahead for spring interns because Thanksgiving messes things up and then they have an "oh shoot" moment where they realize that they still need interns for the next semester. I didn't have any phone interviews until December and I was finally place in my internship during finals week.
I confess that when sometimes people bring up discouraging truths to me, I feel like it means that they don't fully support me in my endeavors. For example, my brother will graduate high school the same year that I will graduate from Gustavus and I've been warned by my parents that since the graduation dates would be kind of close, there would be a chance that they wouldn't attend my graduation. I could of moved up my graduation though, for before I submitted my application to study abroad, I knew that I had the potential to graduate in three years due to me taking more than four credits' worth of classes every semester. However, by now I have come to know many of my classmates of 2016 and to me it would feel wrong to not graduate with the same class that I entered in as. If Gustavus took 3's as AP credit, which would have made me enter Gustavus as a sophomore and not a half-freshman half-sophomore, it would be a different story. Also, there are still things I want to do before I graduate, such as go traying and have a senior recital that would involve both flute playing and singing. I wouldn't have felt as prepared to work in politics either without some sort of internship opportunity. I remember last summer I had a conversation with my neighbor across the street about this, and she told me that it would be too soon if I were to graduate a full year early, which made me feel glad for her support. Hence, I am a member of the class of 2016.
I know that Washington D.C. has a high crime rate as I've been told by many people and the media. I'm aware that I need to watch my back otherwise I could end up a victim. However, I also know that God has kept me alive for the past 21 years and kept me safe, so I know that he will be protecting me too.
So here I am now, with just a couple weeks before my semester begins. I admit that I have things that I'm looking forward to as well as fears, but I'll reveal what those are next Friday.