Over the last couple of years, I've gotten increasingly excited about a Sunday night in early June every year that celebrates the past year's best actors, actresses, plays, musicals, and everything that is great about theatre!
I've been a fan of theatre for as long as I can remember. Growing up, my mom would always take me and my brothers, along with some of our cousins, to see children's shows at the University of Houston. After the shows, I got such a kick out of being able to go up and meet the cast members of the show, still in costume. Of course, as a kid, those performers seemed like giants to me! Now, after working in the theatre on over 65 different productions, I now know how miserable these actors must have been greeting the audience in the lobby after the show. I guess I am jaded now. :)
Looking back, I still remember the first professional musical I saw. My parents took me to see Cats at Jones Hall in Houston. I remember exactly where we sat, and I remember looking at the set before the show (they kept the curtain on), and thinking I saw actual cats walking around on the stage before the show. I clearly had no idea what was about to happen on the stage. As much as everyone talks about how trippy that show is to watch, and how "terrible" they think the music is, I have always loved the music. Granted, I really have no desire to see any production of Cats now. I'd rather just listen to the soundtrack. Yes, I just admitted that I might sometimes listen of Cats.
Still looking back, one of my favorite memories based around music theatre is all of the soundtracks that I grew to love while riding around with my parents on our way to school, church, or baseball practice. Two of my clearest memories are listening to the RENT soundtrack with my dad after a baseball game that I had hit my first homerun. I don't know why, but I remember getting in the car after this game and having a conversation about the song "One Song, Glory" on our way home. My other memory of listening to soundtracks growing up was while we were driving around as an entire family looking at houses in this crazy fancy neighborhood, and my dad turned on the The Who's Tommy soundtrack which is still one of my all-time favorite musicals. I still listen to this same soundtrack on a regular basis. Of course, it doesn't hurt that I finally got a chance to do the show two years ago!
Well, I don't know why my last few blogs have been so sappy and sentimental. I'll try to snap out of that routine. :) I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that as Blythe and I get ready to welcome baby number two to the world, I find myself appreciating my parents more and more everyday. Of all the things I have thanked them for, I always need to thank them for showing me the world of musical theatre and not only ALLOWING me to pursue that passion of mine, but ENCOURAGING it!! They are so supportive, and still come to at least one performance of everything I do. . . Sometimes, several performances!!
Peace Out,
Luke
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
God's Perfect Timing
Today is a day that I will NEVER forget. I gave up my lunch break to talk to one of my students who had a rough weekend. For the sake of the story and respecting this student's privacy, we'll call him "Sean." I currently don't have a "Sean" in any of my classes, so that's the best random name I can think of right now.
Half way through my Tenor-Bass choir rehearsal today, I had noticed that one of my students either looked very sick, or very depressed. Not being able to tell, and hoping to keep class moving, I asked him quietly, if he needed to go to the nurse, the counselor, or the restroom. He didn't say much, but jumped at the opportunity to go to the restroom, but it was clear to me that he was upset, not sick. Several minutes passed after he left the room, and I realized right before the end-of-class bell rang that he'd been gone for about 15 minutes. But, given how upset he was, I trusted that Sean had gone to the counselor because he needed to talk to someone immediately.
Well, after the bell rang and as the rest of the choir was leaving the room, I noticed that Sean was trying to squeeze back in to the choir room like a fish swimming upstream. As soon as he made it back into the choir room, he just lost it! He started screaming something, and was just sobbing on all fours. I asked him what was wrong and if I could help, and he was finally able to get it out that someone had died over the weekend, but I still couldn't really understand him. So, I asked him to come into one of our extra practice rooms for a minute to talk. This was the start of my lunch break, and I've spent enough time talking with this student to know that this was the start of his lunch break too, so we weren't concerned about the time.
We got into the practice room and I quickly learned that his dog had gotten out of his backyard on Saturday and was hit by a car. He also told me that he had not slept or been able to concentrate on anything since the accident. Sean, not knowing what it is like to drive a car and accidentally hit an animal, was angry because he assumed that this person was driving the car far too fast and made it a point to hit the dog on purpose. Sean said that he and his family realized that later in the evening that this dog had not come back in from outside with the other dogs, so they went out looking for him. He found the dog in the middle of the road. Sean was extremely angry, and really struggled to grasp the idea, that these things just happen sometimes, and that you can't blame the person. I asked him, "What if the car had swerved to miss the dog and ended up in an accident that had killed someone in the car?" He started to calm down and admitted that he was happy that did not happen.
The next few moments of our conversation is what will stick with me for the rest of my life. His thoughts turned towards God. Sean started saying and asking things like, "Why does this happen?" "Why did God punish me?" "Is this just some kind of horrible fate that God planned?" "What could I have done to keep this from happening?" Several things stirred up inside of me. We went down those various thought processes, and I explained that in my mind God puts us through difficult things to teach us lessons that He thinks we need to learn. I also explained that there is nothing you can do to go back and change what happened, and the only thing you can do is find someway to move on and grow from this experience.
Sean then continued with explaining that one thing that was so hard going through his school day was that everybody around him seems to be in this "Fantasy World" where everything is perfect, and nothing can ever go wrong. He started saying things like "Life sucks," "People are evil," and "God hates me." He then looked at me and asked, "Mr. Kirkwood, have you ever lost someone that you cared about?" Wow.
Like I wrote earlier, Sean and I have spent quite a bit of time talking through our lunch breaks this year, so I felt comfortable letting him into this little part of who I am.
Six years ago, today, my uncle Mike passed away. It completely caught the family off guard, and none of us could have ever expected the horrible day that was January 23rd, 2006. Over the last six years, I have been angry about losing Uncle Mike. I have been sad. I have questioned EVERYTHING. I have blamed people. I have blamed God. I have wondered why things had to happen the way they did. I have wondered "Why did this happen?" I have wondered "Why did God punish our family?" I have wondered "Is this some kind of horrible fate that God planned?" I have wondered "What could I, and my family, done to keep this from happening?" I had been so shocked to hear Sean asking these same questions that I have battled with for so long.
So, after giving Sean an explanation of the loss that I've experienced, I realized what was happening. I finally realized that talking to Sean was a chance for me to finally talk through some of the things I had battled with, which finally led me to a small break through towards some of the questions I had asked for the past six years. By trying to help Sean find answers to his questions, I was finding the answers for my own questions. All I could think to do was look at him and say, "Sean, I've asked all of those same questions for myself over the last six years, and after talking to you, it is extremely clear to me why I had to go through that experience."
Terrible things happen, and we can spend our entire lives asking ourselves all these different questions. Maybe someday, I'll have all my questions answered about what my family went through six years ago and why those things happened. But in the mean time, I am content to have learned the lesson, by helping my friend Sean, that sometimes God gives us wounds for the purpose of teaching us how to heal the wounds of others.
For me, as a twenty-two year old college student, my wound was losing my uncle Mike. For Sean, his wound was finding his dog in the middle of the road after being run over by a car. He will likely spend the next several weeks, and months still asking those questions that he asked me today. But, by sending Sean to ask me those questions today, God led me to at least one answer that I've been looking for for six years. God has his own timing.
Half way through my Tenor-Bass choir rehearsal today, I had noticed that one of my students either looked very sick, or very depressed. Not being able to tell, and hoping to keep class moving, I asked him quietly, if he needed to go to the nurse, the counselor, or the restroom. He didn't say much, but jumped at the opportunity to go to the restroom, but it was clear to me that he was upset, not sick. Several minutes passed after he left the room, and I realized right before the end-of-class bell rang that he'd been gone for about 15 minutes. But, given how upset he was, I trusted that Sean had gone to the counselor because he needed to talk to someone immediately.
Well, after the bell rang and as the rest of the choir was leaving the room, I noticed that Sean was trying to squeeze back in to the choir room like a fish swimming upstream. As soon as he made it back into the choir room, he just lost it! He started screaming something, and was just sobbing on all fours. I asked him what was wrong and if I could help, and he was finally able to get it out that someone had died over the weekend, but I still couldn't really understand him. So, I asked him to come into one of our extra practice rooms for a minute to talk. This was the start of my lunch break, and I've spent enough time talking with this student to know that this was the start of his lunch break too, so we weren't concerned about the time.
We got into the practice room and I quickly learned that his dog had gotten out of his backyard on Saturday and was hit by a car. He also told me that he had not slept or been able to concentrate on anything since the accident. Sean, not knowing what it is like to drive a car and accidentally hit an animal, was angry because he assumed that this person was driving the car far too fast and made it a point to hit the dog on purpose. Sean said that he and his family realized that later in the evening that this dog had not come back in from outside with the other dogs, so they went out looking for him. He found the dog in the middle of the road. Sean was extremely angry, and really struggled to grasp the idea, that these things just happen sometimes, and that you can't blame the person. I asked him, "What if the car had swerved to miss the dog and ended up in an accident that had killed someone in the car?" He started to calm down and admitted that he was happy that did not happen.
The next few moments of our conversation is what will stick with me for the rest of my life. His thoughts turned towards God. Sean started saying and asking things like, "Why does this happen?" "Why did God punish me?" "Is this just some kind of horrible fate that God planned?" "What could I have done to keep this from happening?" Several things stirred up inside of me. We went down those various thought processes, and I explained that in my mind God puts us through difficult things to teach us lessons that He thinks we need to learn. I also explained that there is nothing you can do to go back and change what happened, and the only thing you can do is find someway to move on and grow from this experience.
Sean then continued with explaining that one thing that was so hard going through his school day was that everybody around him seems to be in this "Fantasy World" where everything is perfect, and nothing can ever go wrong. He started saying things like "Life sucks," "People are evil," and "God hates me." He then looked at me and asked, "Mr. Kirkwood, have you ever lost someone that you cared about?" Wow.
Like I wrote earlier, Sean and I have spent quite a bit of time talking through our lunch breaks this year, so I felt comfortable letting him into this little part of who I am.
Six years ago, today, my uncle Mike passed away. It completely caught the family off guard, and none of us could have ever expected the horrible day that was January 23rd, 2006. Over the last six years, I have been angry about losing Uncle Mike. I have been sad. I have questioned EVERYTHING. I have blamed people. I have blamed God. I have wondered why things had to happen the way they did. I have wondered "Why did this happen?" I have wondered "Why did God punish our family?" I have wondered "Is this some kind of horrible fate that God planned?" I have wondered "What could I, and my family, done to keep this from happening?" I had been so shocked to hear Sean asking these same questions that I have battled with for so long.
So, after giving Sean an explanation of the loss that I've experienced, I realized what was happening. I finally realized that talking to Sean was a chance for me to finally talk through some of the things I had battled with, which finally led me to a small break through towards some of the questions I had asked for the past six years. By trying to help Sean find answers to his questions, I was finding the answers for my own questions. All I could think to do was look at him and say, "Sean, I've asked all of those same questions for myself over the last six years, and after talking to you, it is extremely clear to me why I had to go through that experience."
Terrible things happen, and we can spend our entire lives asking ourselves all these different questions. Maybe someday, I'll have all my questions answered about what my family went through six years ago and why those things happened. But in the mean time, I am content to have learned the lesson, by helping my friend Sean, that sometimes God gives us wounds for the purpose of teaching us how to heal the wounds of others.
For me, as a twenty-two year old college student, my wound was losing my uncle Mike. For Sean, his wound was finding his dog in the middle of the road after being run over by a car. He will likely spend the next several weeks, and months still asking those questions that he asked me today. But, by sending Sean to ask me those questions today, God led me to at least one answer that I've been looking for for six years. God has his own timing.
Thank you, God, for Uncle Mike
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Where in the World is Jessica Tata?
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| Photo: Michael Paulsen (Houston Chronicle) |
I have so many thoughts about this, and everytime I talked about it, I try to remain calm and remind myself that maybe everyone else doesn't feel as passionately about this as I do. My biggest concern is what she is being charged with. Granted, the charges could change (I assume) as more facts come out about what really happened that day. As of this morning when she hopped on a flight to Nigeria, she is being charged with reckless injury to a child, with a maximum sentence of 20 years in prison.
In high school, I remember watching a program in our auditorium where we had to criminals come in their prison outfits to talk to us about the dangers of falling in with the wrong crowd. One of these two gentlemen told us his story about why he was in prison. Ends up, he was in a car accident that killed a mother and a baby after he had been drinking one night and decided to drive himself home. His prison sentence: Life in prison for 2 counts of manslaughter.
So, looking at the two situations here, both are obviously VERY tragic events that could've been avoided had the two people responsible had been just that, "Responsible". In my opinion, if the "criminal" who came and talked to us in high school was found guilty of two counts of manslaughter for accidentaly taking two lives, how is it that this coward isn't being charged with four counts of murder/manslaughter, and three other counts of reckless injury to a child? Add that potential prison time up for a second. On second thought. . .why bother? Lock her up, throw away the key.
Maybe I am a bit passionate about this because Blythe and I also have decided to drop Carter off every morning at a day care that is run out of a woman's house, and we very well could have been the one's to get one of these horrific phone calls that these four sets of parents had to receive. I can not even imagine what they have to be feeling right now. But, whether we may disagree with what her prison sentence should be or not, how is it that she was able to get out of the country?!?!?!
We have this "No Fly List" out there somewhere, and regardless of all the crazy things I've heard about the list, you would think that the name of someone who had possibly just murdered three children would've made its way onto that list within 72 hours after the fact.
Now, I'm certainly not trying to be "Debbie Downer" here as I talk about this, but I've been too angry about this since I heard about the fire last week. When I woke up this morning to hear that she had fled the country, I lost all hope of trying to focus on anything today other than the things I've just written. Hopefully, now that these thoughts are out, I'll be able to move on to thinking about more positive things. For now, I hope you will join me in letting your thoughts and prayers be with the parents of these children.
Peace Out,
Luke
I got all my information for this post from the Channel 13 News this morning, and Chron.com this afternoon.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
As a Sports Fan in Texas, I'd Rather Live in Dallas.
That hurts me to say! But I just saw a highlight of the Dallas Stars game from tonight, and that's exactly the thought that came to mind. Let's take a moment to compare the teams from these two cities before I get into what happened at the hockey game tonight.
Baseball:
Texas Rangers (90-72) American League Champions; Won the AL West by 9 games
Houston Astros (76-86) 4th Place in a terrible NL Central; 15 Games back from the division winning Cincinnati Reds.
The Rangers also have a new majority owner, Nolan Ryan, while the Astros owner, Drayton McLane has put the team up for sale.
Football:
Dallas Cowboys (6-10) Rebounded from a horrific start to end up with the same record as the other NFL team in Texas.
Houston Texas (6-10) Looked like a train wreck after a (4-2) start.
Don't forget that the Cowboys OWNED the Texans in a week 3 matchup at Reliant Stadium, 27-13, AND there is a small annual get together for the NFL this week in Dallas. They call it the "Super Bowl", maybe you've heard of it?
Basketball:
Dallas Mavericks (33-15) Pretty exciting team to watch with an owner that cares!
Houston Rockets (23-28) A last place team with no superstars. Why watch?
Hockey:
Dallas Stars (30-17) An NHL team in Texas that has some passion about what they do, along with some passionate fans that fill the seats for every game.
Houston Aeros (28-19) A minor league hockey team that plays in a half-empty (or half-full) Toyota Center.
So, let me tell you what got me thinking about all of this: I was watching The Final Score tonight on FSN, and the first highlight I saw was the Dallas Stars facing the Boston Bruins. Admittedly, I am not a HUGE fan of hockey. It's one of those sports that I'll watch the playoffs and the Stanley
Cup finals, but that's it. Other than that, I just watch to see if I can catch a fight every once in a while. Well, in tonight's game, there was obviously some bad blood from a previous matchup, because as soon as the puck dropped in the opening period, two guys just started fighting. This happened THREE times to start the game. So, with only four seconds off the clock, there had been three fights!
This may be a stretch, but go with me here. . . This shows why the Dallas sports scene is so much better than Houston's right now. The teams in Dallas all show an extreme passion for winning, and they expect to win. When a team in Dallas does not consistently compete at the level that is expected, they take the necessary actions to try to change it. For example, firing Wade Phillips in the middle of the season this year. But wait, guess who likes left-overs. . . the Houston Texans!!
For some reason, it seems like all of the Houston sports teams are perfectly okay with taking junk from the scrap heap of 'REAL' major league teams. The biggest acquisition for the Astros this year? Bill Hall. Not really setting our expectations too high with him.
Now, I have no intention of ever moving to Dallas, but as a sports fan, the more sports I watch, the easier it becomes to tolerate that other Texas town.
Peace out,
Luke
Baseball:
Texas Rangers (90-72) American League Champions; Won the AL West by 9 games
Houston Astros (76-86) 4th Place in a terrible NL Central; 15 Games back from the division winning Cincinnati Reds.
The Rangers also have a new majority owner, Nolan Ryan, while the Astros owner, Drayton McLane has put the team up for sale.
Football:
Dallas Cowboys (6-10) Rebounded from a horrific start to end up with the same record as the other NFL team in Texas.
Houston Texas (6-10) Looked like a train wreck after a (4-2) start.
Don't forget that the Cowboys OWNED the Texans in a week 3 matchup at Reliant Stadium, 27-13, AND there is a small annual get together for the NFL this week in Dallas. They call it the "Super Bowl", maybe you've heard of it?
Basketball:
Dallas Mavericks (33-15) Pretty exciting team to watch with an owner that cares!
Houston Rockets (23-28) A last place team with no superstars. Why watch?
Hockey:
Dallas Stars (30-17) An NHL team in Texas that has some passion about what they do, along with some passionate fans that fill the seats for every game.
Houston Aeros (28-19) A minor league hockey team that plays in a half-empty (or half-full) Toyota Center.
So, let me tell you what got me thinking about all of this: I was watching The Final Score tonight on FSN, and the first highlight I saw was the Dallas Stars facing the Boston Bruins. Admittedly, I am not a HUGE fan of hockey. It's one of those sports that I'll watch the playoffs and the Stanley
Cup finals, but that's it. Other than that, I just watch to see if I can catch a fight every once in a while. Well, in tonight's game, there was obviously some bad blood from a previous matchup, because as soon as the puck dropped in the opening period, two guys just started fighting. This happened THREE times to start the game. So, with only four seconds off the clock, there had been three fights!This may be a stretch, but go with me here. . . This shows why the Dallas sports scene is so much better than Houston's right now. The teams in Dallas all show an extreme passion for winning, and they expect to win. When a team in Dallas does not consistently compete at the level that is expected, they take the necessary actions to try to change it. For example, firing Wade Phillips in the middle of the season this year. But wait, guess who likes left-overs. . . the Houston Texans!!
For some reason, it seems like all of the Houston sports teams are perfectly okay with taking junk from the scrap heap of 'REAL' major league teams. The biggest acquisition for the Astros this year? Bill Hall. Not really setting our expectations too high with him.
Now, I have no intention of ever moving to Dallas, but as a sports fan, the more sports I watch, the easier it becomes to tolerate that other Texas town.
Peace out,
Luke
Monday, January 31, 2011
A Beginning. Why?
Well, I've jumped into the world of blogging. Why? I'm glad you asked! Let me explain:
It's been one heck of year, to say the least, that came to a front in one week that I will never forget. Back in August, I could see it all coming. I was getting ready to graduate college (finally, after 8 years), I was getting ready to start a new career, and at any moment, I could be a new dad. Well, it all happened. . . within about 8 days of each other.
On August 8, 2010, I finally got my BA in Music from Sam Houston State University in the grand ol' city of Huntsville, TX. Mixed with putting about 55 musicals on my resume, getting married, and doing everything I can to put a little money in the bank, the bachelor's degree took a solid 8 years. I don't regret a thing about it. By playing for up to 25 voice lessons a week for the music theatre majors, I made some great friendships that will surely last me a life time, not to mention meeting beautiful blond, sometimes red-head, sometime brunette, Blythe Herring (now 'Kirkwood' of course!).
Two days later, on August 10, 2010, Blythe and I welcomed our son, Carter Alan Kirkwood, to this crazy world. Blythe was in labor for what seemed like an eternity. We went to the hospital about 4:30 in the morning and ended up not getting to see our little boy's face until about 8 o'clock that night. . . LONG DAY! Carter is now 5 & 1/2 months old and makes me smile more and more every day.
Finally, on August 16, 2010, I reported to Goodson Middle School in the Cy-Fair school district for the first day of my new career as an assistant choir director! Believe it or not, this is what I've always pictured myself doing. Over the last 10 years, I've played the piano and/or music directed over 60 shows, but I always wanted to be a choir director. I am intensely passionate about teaching music to people of all ages. In the theatre, I get to work with professional musicians and professional singers who have studied music for a long time and get the same joy that I do out of performing for an audience. But, everyday in school, I get to try to find some way to inspire 300 junior high students to pursue something that they can be passionate about. Whether that 'something' is music or not doesn't matter to me. I want all of my students to find something positive to live for, and if a deeper appreciation for music can inspire them to be a greater person, then I've met my goal. (Wow, that sounds uber-dramatic) :)
"So, Luke. . . . Why do a blog? No one cares!"
Why not? Obviously, since you've read this far, you are somewhat interested in what I have to say! Ever since I was young, I've enjoyed writing my own thoughts down. There's something fun about writing something and wondering who, if anybody, will ever read it. This last summer in college, I would just free-write in my note book while I was supposed to be taking notes in my Kinesiology class. The thing about this free-writing is that it really became an everyday thing that for 30 minutes or so, I would just write everything that came into my head. Things like; "Why are you still talking?" "Why would you say that?" "I have to pass tomorrow's test!" "I wish I were at home right now!" I took up half of my binder with stuff like this. But the fun of it came at the end of the summer, after the class was over, I went back and read all of this rambling, and had a pretty good laugh at it as these words on a page would make me remember specific thoughts that I'd had.
I get this same sort of enjoyment out of reading my old Facebook status updates sometimes. When is the last time you read all of the silly status updates that you posted about a year ago? Try it! You'll be surprised at how much you smile!
So . . . finally down the short answer of the "why" question. I've always used my status updates on Facebook like a very short, daily blog, but I've always wanted to put more. Two problems with wanting to put more. 1)Facebook status updates can only be about 200 characters, and 2)If someone really wants to hear more of my thoughts and ramblings, I shouldn't slam it in their face every time they check their Facebook friend's updates. Instead, give them somewhere else to find it!
With that said, Welcome to my blog, "Life: A Bit of Everything"! I will posts things as often as I can. These posts may be very short, or very long. Who knows! The topics of my posts will be pretty random, but in general you can think of them as extended status updates, since Facebook is where I will be trying to recruit followers. This means that I will be covering the big things in my life: Blythe, Carter, the day job, shows, sports, and occasional dorky video game stuff.
Again, I will be writing like I am the only one who will be reading, but I hope you will occasionally read too. Feel free to comment anytime, and "follow" if you dare!!
I'll need a more creative sign off, but for now I'll simply say: Peace Out!
Luke
It's been one heck of year, to say the least, that came to a front in one week that I will never forget. Back in August, I could see it all coming. I was getting ready to graduate college (finally, after 8 years), I was getting ready to start a new career, and at any moment, I could be a new dad. Well, it all happened. . . within about 8 days of each other.
On August 8, 2010, I finally got my BA in Music from Sam Houston State University in the grand ol' city of Huntsville, TX. Mixed with putting about 55 musicals on my resume, getting married, and doing everything I can to put a little money in the bank, the bachelor's degree took a solid 8 years. I don't regret a thing about it. By playing for up to 25 voice lessons a week for the music theatre majors, I made some great friendships that will surely last me a life time, not to mention meeting beautiful blond, sometimes red-head, sometime brunette, Blythe Herring (now 'Kirkwood' of course!).
Two days later, on August 10, 2010, Blythe and I welcomed our son, Carter Alan Kirkwood, to this crazy world. Blythe was in labor for what seemed like an eternity. We went to the hospital about 4:30 in the morning and ended up not getting to see our little boy's face until about 8 o'clock that night. . . LONG DAY! Carter is now 5 & 1/2 months old and makes me smile more and more every day.
Finally, on August 16, 2010, I reported to Goodson Middle School in the Cy-Fair school district for the first day of my new career as an assistant choir director! Believe it or not, this is what I've always pictured myself doing. Over the last 10 years, I've played the piano and/or music directed over 60 shows, but I always wanted to be a choir director. I am intensely passionate about teaching music to people of all ages. In the theatre, I get to work with professional musicians and professional singers who have studied music for a long time and get the same joy that I do out of performing for an audience. But, everyday in school, I get to try to find some way to inspire 300 junior high students to pursue something that they can be passionate about. Whether that 'something' is music or not doesn't matter to me. I want all of my students to find something positive to live for, and if a deeper appreciation for music can inspire them to be a greater person, then I've met my goal. (Wow, that sounds uber-dramatic) :)
"So, Luke. . . . Why do a blog? No one cares!"
Why not? Obviously, since you've read this far, you are somewhat interested in what I have to say! Ever since I was young, I've enjoyed writing my own thoughts down. There's something fun about writing something and wondering who, if anybody, will ever read it. This last summer in college, I would just free-write in my note book while I was supposed to be taking notes in my Kinesiology class. The thing about this free-writing is that it really became an everyday thing that for 30 minutes or so, I would just write everything that came into my head. Things like; "Why are you still talking?" "Why would you say that?" "I have to pass tomorrow's test!" "I wish I were at home right now!" I took up half of my binder with stuff like this. But the fun of it came at the end of the summer, after the class was over, I went back and read all of this rambling, and had a pretty good laugh at it as these words on a page would make me remember specific thoughts that I'd had.
I get this same sort of enjoyment out of reading my old Facebook status updates sometimes. When is the last time you read all of the silly status updates that you posted about a year ago? Try it! You'll be surprised at how much you smile!
So . . . finally down the short answer of the "why" question. I've always used my status updates on Facebook like a very short, daily blog, but I've always wanted to put more. Two problems with wanting to put more. 1)Facebook status updates can only be about 200 characters, and 2)If someone really wants to hear more of my thoughts and ramblings, I shouldn't slam it in their face every time they check their Facebook friend's updates. Instead, give them somewhere else to find it!
With that said, Welcome to my blog, "Life: A Bit of Everything"! I will posts things as often as I can. These posts may be very short, or very long. Who knows! The topics of my posts will be pretty random, but in general you can think of them as extended status updates, since Facebook is where I will be trying to recruit followers. This means that I will be covering the big things in my life: Blythe, Carter, the day job, shows, sports, and occasional dorky video game stuff.
Again, I will be writing like I am the only one who will be reading, but I hope you will occasionally read too. Feel free to comment anytime, and "follow" if you dare!!
I'll need a more creative sign off, but for now I'll simply say: Peace Out!
Luke
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