This morning in Music History class, I was reminded once again of some of the music-turned-life lessons I learned abroad...that have yet to come to light here. We received our exams back. B+. Not too shabby, I must say. Volt nehéz vizsga. Van nehéz óra. Boldog vagyok munkaval. It was a difficult exam. It's a difficult class. I'm happy with my work.
I had to chuckle, though, because Dina, our professor, was not too pleased with the overall. Six people flat-out failed. Really, guys? This is your career! I agree with Dina; I do not think that is acceptable, either. So why did I chuckle? She gave a lecture on "responsibility," along the lines of that no one's going to do it for you...you must take it into your own account. haha! Again, yet another realization that a lot of people haven't figured that one out or learned that lesson. Kind of frustrating, but I guess it is not really my problem. I came away from my Hungarian experience, hearing János's voice reiterating, "But you have to do it! You have to know it! It's your responsibility to make it happen." As for the pinhead of a world many people here live in, it is like they never left high school. They are in for a great awakening someday. Oh, well.
(I apologize for sounding somewhat accusatory, but it gets rather irritating hearing people complain yet doing nothing about what they are complaining about. Yes, I admit that I am guilty of this, too, occassionally, but I am proactively taking my work and goals into my own account. I know I am not "owed" anything...everything I must earn.
Gratitude 67
I am thankful for my growth in courage. Hungary forced me out of the safe place I mainly stayed in. And even as scary as it can be, it helps me find my way up after I have fallen.
*And of course, a beautiful memory! ;)
One of the MANY busts and random Kodály memorabilia/homage sprinkled around Hungary...there were two or three alone in the Institute! Oh, Zolty! hehe! I actually owe a lot to this man. The music has forever changed for me after a glimpse through his musical eyes.
Samantha,
ReplyDeleteI was reading your post, and I thought to myself, "How difficult could a music history class possibly be?" At the very least I should think that it would encompass things such as when a specific composer was born, and at its most relentless periods it might teach something like when certain musical styles emerged into the mainstream of aceptance or such things closely related to these. This last assumption begs a question: What does a musical history semester require from its pupils?
I am pleased that you received such an excellent mark in your class, by the way, and I also add much later than I intended that I like the scenes and places visited in your life that are depicted in the collage of photos that comprise your new banner.
-Tyler.