I became a violinist when my best friend wanted to take the same elective as me back in middle school. I never really wanted to do it, but I did it anyway. For her. I found out she moved to another school, however, and was stuck in that class. Alone. I wasn't actually alone, though. Felt like I was. Looked like I was. But I wasn't. Turns out, that class was where I'd learn to play the one thing that still keeps me going in life. The violin. Many years later, and I'm still playing it. You'd think I'm planning on pursuing it in college. I'm not. My parents want me to become a doctor and will, surely, disown me if I do anything but. So, here I am. One year left before i put down the reason I wake up in the morning.
