Plato once said, "Music gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything." But I can't help but feel like he left out a few key pieces.

1. Music gives doubt to thine self:

We all feel pretty confident until we actually begin class and lessons. I find myself sitting in a practice room thinking about how I could possibly switch to biology, or maybe go to cosmetology school. You won't really begin to feel the self loathing until you're sitting in your piano class at 11 A.M., staring at Satan's keys, trying to play impossibly ridiculous left hand parts. PiaNO. And sure, maybe we'll go to ensemble practice and play/sing our little hearts out and silently ridicule each other over tone quality and tempo, but in all actuality, we're much harder on ourselves.

2. Music takes sleep from thine life.

What is sleep? How does one sleep? Between time spent thinking about practicing, actually practicing, and doing theory homework, we're usually to busy to breathe properly, let alone sleep.

3. Theory shalt ruin thine life (and GPA).

With the exception of the few crazies who major in theory, most of us end up wanting to pull our hair out over rebeaming exercises

4. You shall develop a love hate/relationship with thy instrument.

Being a vocal major, I hate listening to myself sing. I think I sound awful. That is, until someone thinks they can sing higher than me #FirstSopranoProbs.Then I turn into Beyoncé.

No matter how hard I complain, at the end of the day, music is my greatest passion and I couldn't imagine doing anything else with my life — mostly because I suck at literally everything else. I hope to be able to share my passion with others someday.