Why College? Part 2 — Ticket to Freedom
I applied to college so that I would have a good enough reason to move away from home.
For the record, I was raised in a financially stable environment, never feared for my safety, and always found a meal when I needed one. Regardless, high school senioritis paled in comparison with my urge to jettison into the first moments of adulthood: no curfew, new city, signing my own papers and forms.
A lack of academic rigor in my high school classes and a four-year stint as a jazz pianist in my high school’s traveling big band convinced me to apply for the farthest, most prestigious jazz music programs I could find from Los Angeles: New York University; University of Colorado, Boulder; and East Texas University. I didn’t really want to funnel my entire life into a career based solely on music, yet it seemed like a credible enough excuse to launch me out of California and into a new, foreign land. I created a college music student archetype for myself and ran with it. Fortunately, my parents saw through this sham and forced me to apply to at least two in-state schools, which ended up being San Diego State University and San Francisco State University. I didn’t think twice about the easy, no-essay, online applications. Both schools are part of the CSU system, so only one application was required for both.
College applications were sent out, and I waited. And waited. My classmates began to chew their fingernails, worrying that they wouldn’t get in to their top-choice schools, would be put on a wait list, or worse, wouldn’t pass those last few critical high school classes. I was beginning to feel a panic in my chest as well, but not for fear that I wouldn’t make it to one of the music schools to which I applied.
I feared that I would get in.
My jazz band had just returned from a trip to New York City for a Duke Ellington-inspired competition at Lincoln Center. It was an exhilarating experience, but also… a culminating one. I had studied piano intensely since kindergarten and had a wonderful skill under my belt. I had transitioned to jazz theory studies after middle school and worked my butt off to to make the most out of the high school jazz band experience. It ended with a bang, having the opportunity to play before the likes of Wynton Marsalis. But did I want to pursue it academically for the next few years? Didn’t I have other interests too, like writing, philosophy, and other areas of study I didn’t even know about, yet?
My classmates chewed their fingernails, but I was just about biting the whole things off.
Admissions letters rolled in during the spring of my senior year, and I dreaded checking the mail. Not only was I afraid of getting into one of these schools and pushing forward on the music major I’d proclaimed to everyone and their mother, but I was also afraid of the embarrassment of not getting in.
Turns out, acceptance to these music programs is contingent upon an performance interview, where you have to show off your chops to the music school admissions committee before they actually let you in. I was both surprised, and relieved. When my CSU acceptance letters arrived, I secretly thanked my parents for forcing me to apply to “backup schools,” as they became my true escape to the freedom of adulthood.
I decided on San Francisco State University to pursue a liberal arts degree. And even though I made this decision as sort of an only-option for moving away from home, I ended up diving headfirst into SF State, including the speech & debate team, poetry readings, working at the campus newspaper and, in my free time, playing some good old jazz on the practice pianos in the music building.
And even though I indecisively switched my major from philosophy to psychology to sociology to English to finally landing on a double major with creative writing and communications, I never looked back at the decision-making process that got me there.
“Why College?” is a series of op-ed articles written by BetterGrads staff and guest contributors about why we chose to continue education after high school, how we got there, and glimpses into what we learned. To begin at Part 1 in the series, click here.
