My First Week at Juilliard!
I woke up in my bunk today, overlooking New York City from over twenty floors up. It’s starkly different from my high school view of the woods in Interlochen, Michigan, but I’m quickly learning to love it. Living in such a different place, I’ve found comfort in the things in my life that are still the same: the sunsets, my passion for music, my four-year-old pair of Converse that are threatening to completely fall apart any day now. I’m guilty of taking photos of the sunset just about every night with the sole intention of posting them on Instagram to make my friends jealous, but it’s especially fun to see a chain-reaction of photos in my feed a few hours later, as my friends in other time zones post their own sunset photos. It comforts me to know that we’re all looking at the same sky (even if mine is considerably smoggier than others’). It makes me think about the artist community; despite how different our lives and purposes are, we all share an appreciation for beauty, creation, and individuality.
Looking back at myself a year ago, or even a few months ago, I would never have expected to end up at Juilliard. I mean, how crazy is that? I thought Juilliard was a mythical place where the gods of performing arts went. For someone who grew up in a small town in Oklahoma, where the main attractions were Wal-Mart and our ten-story “skyscraper” downtown, seeing this view from my dorm room is, to say the least, unbelievable:
Every single student here at Juilliard comes from different backgrounds and experiences, but they are all so incredibly talented, genuine, and passionate about their art. It’s funny to realize that even at a school full of the best performing artists in the world, we can still be young and fun-loving, striving in different ways and for different reasons to create something for humanity. In the week I’ve been here, I feel that I’m quickly learning what Juilliard means to me. Juilliard means starting a rehearsal as complete strangers and finishing it as family. Juilliard means learning (or, rather, failing at learning) ballet from my roommate, who is a dance major. Juilliard means spending thousands of hours in the practice room or the studio to wake up to the City that Never Sleeps.