Yet I can't imagine being anything other than a music major. I think my desire to play music and be moved by it's passion and genius would drive me insane. I hear music in everything. . .the ding of the elevator that is mainly a D, but has a bunch of other notes mixed in somehow. I solfege the chime of the Student Union bell, and try to figure out which note the ATM machine makes when it beeps at me. I never tire of singing Mozart's Requiem, even though I rehearse it at least five days a week. After rehearsal today, my friend and I waltzed down the sidewalk singing the soprano part to the Lacrymosa movement, and everyone looked at us like we were crazy.
Somehow I can't help myself.