"Nothing can make you feel something as quickly as music can. It's the most immediate source... Like a shortcut." -Zooey Deschanel
Last year, first semester, I was in Calculus I. Not for long, but long enough to hate myself day after day for choosing such a terrible class. I am horrendous at math, so I was at war with myself every morning of the week at 9am. But there was one thing that made me feel better about my troubled mathematics situation. And this thing was a song. A song called "The Best Day" by Atmosphere. I would listen to it at least twice on my longboard ride to class. Usually right when I left the house, just to make sure I got out the door, and then about halfway there, just so I wouldn't turn my lazy rear around and crawl back into bed. The bouncy piano, upbeat tempo, and easy lyrics made it the perfect solution for my bad attitude. As I rolled down the cracked sidewalk toward class, the cold fall air slapped against my cheeks and blew my hair back in defiance. The sky above was gray and sad with the fleeting summer, and the trees were crying away their dying leaves, which one by one, floated down to the cold hard earth. My heavy backpack, filled with knives and hatred (aka my Calculus book and notebook), weighed me down as I pumped my leg on the sidewalk. One thing kept my mind from a serious meltdown. The words "I had a rough day. But that's life--it happens. Woke up on the dark side of my mattress... Everyday can't be the best day, do what you can right now--don't hesitate," rang in my head, encouraging me to keep on keepin' on. This song kept me positive in the midst of miserable Calculus and ended up being the sole reason I didn't drop after day two. Thanks Atmosphere.
Last year, first semester, I was in Calculus I. Not for long, but long enough to hate myself day after day for choosing such a terrible class. I am horrendous at math, so I was at war with myself every morning of the week at 9am. But there was one thing that made me feel better about my troubled mathematics situation. And this thing was a song. A song called "The Best Day" by Atmosphere. I would listen to it at least twice on my longboard ride to class. Usually right when I left the house, just to make sure I got out the door, and then about halfway there, just so I wouldn't turn my lazy rear around and crawl back into bed. The bouncy piano, upbeat tempo, and easy lyrics made it the perfect solution for my bad attitude. As I rolled down the cracked sidewalk toward class, the cold fall air slapped against my cheeks and blew my hair back in defiance. The sky above was gray and sad with the fleeting summer, and the trees were crying away their dying leaves, which one by one, floated down to the cold hard earth. My heavy backpack, filled with knives and hatred (aka my Calculus book and notebook), weighed me down as I pumped my leg on the sidewalk. One thing kept my mind from a serious meltdown. The words "I had a rough day. But that's life--it happens. Woke up on the dark side of my mattress... Everyday can't be the best day, do what you can right now--don't hesitate," rang in my head, encouraging me to keep on keepin' on. This song kept me positive in the midst of miserable Calculus and ended up being the sole reason I didn't drop after day two. Thanks Atmosphere.
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