A Big Day at Our House - 08/08/20
Back story: Since my now 17 year old stepson was 12, the consuming interests in his life have been music, leadership, and physical fitness. (He was the only kid in his high school, up north, to be in both the music programs and on the wrestling team.) He plays bassoon (difficult and his primary instrument), tenor and alto sax, mellophone and piano.
During his senior year in HS he applied to 4 of the top music schools in the country and to The Citadel (to major in exercise science.) He flew all over the country to audition at the music schools (these were not the level of school that takes all comers.) Jacobs School of Music at Indiana University made him the best offer: over $100,000 scholarship. That's where he was going to go. Two weeks ago he informed my wife he decided he wasn't going to Indiana. His heart wasn't in music. It just came easily to him, he got a lot of accolades for it, and the scholarship seemed too good to pass up, but he couldn't see himself doing music for a career the rest of his life. He really wanted to go to The Citadel, and he wanted to do Navy ROTC.
Problem was, he'd already turned them down. We contacted admissions and were told he'd have to join a pool of others on a "space available" list. This past Tuesday, he got the word: he's in. This week has been a scramble, getting together everything he needs, doing the online orientation... My wife and I couldn't be happier; it's what we felt was best for him all along.
In an hour and fifteen minutes he reports to take his place in the long grey line of The South Carolina Corps of Cadets.
During his senior year in HS he applied to 4 of the top music schools in the country and to The Citadel (to major in exercise science.) He flew all over the country to audition at the music schools (these were not the level of school that takes all comers.) Jacobs School of Music at Indiana University made him the best offer: over $100,000 scholarship. That's where he was going to go. Two weeks ago he informed my wife he decided he wasn't going to Indiana. His heart wasn't in music. It just came easily to him, he got a lot of accolades for it, and the scholarship seemed too good to pass up, but he couldn't see himself doing music for a career the rest of his life. He really wanted to go to The Citadel, and he wanted to do Navy ROTC.
Problem was, he'd already turned them down. We contacted admissions and were told he'd have to join a pool of others on a "space available" list. This past Tuesday, he got the word: he's in. This week has been a scramble, getting together everything he needs, doing the online orientation... My wife and I couldn't be happier; it's what we felt was best for him all along.
In an hour and fifteen minutes he reports to take his place in the long grey line of The South Carolina Corps of Cadets.