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State of the Industry: The Case of the MisEducation of a Sound Engineer

I found this essay in my writing file so I thought I would post it. Information Interviews are extremely helpful when considering career changes.

The State of the Industry Address

Prepared by Yvonne Battle-Felton

March 14, 2005

Table of Contents

Introduction                                                                                      3

                        The Case: The Miseducation of the Audio Engineer                                                                         


                        When I was in high school, I wanted to be a psychologist.  Some of my classmates wanted to be lawyers, singers and dancers.  None of us said, “I want to be a receptionist”; “I want to be a housewife” or “I want to be an exotic dancer”.  Yet almost twenty years later, most of us have regular jobs, not careers; and we know the difference.  A job is something you do whether you like it or not.  Some jobs require you to have specific knowledge, skills and abilities and so…

The Company She Keeps Part II (From the Writing Attic)

Part II Almost two weeks have passed, and today is the first day my daughter’s best friend is back to our house since the makeup incident; neither of us brings it up.  Teenagers are an elusive, transient, giggly breed.  She is the same girl she has always been; only I know her better now.  I have invited her over for a teen talk, an interview with her and my daughter on their new teen status, to talk about their expectations.  Her friend seems overly polite, syrupy even, as she teeters on the edge of the couch.  She is suddenly awkward, eyes flittering from my daughter to me, her fingers nimbly stroking the keys of her cell phone as she talks.  Parents, friends, schools, like chameleons teens seem genetically predisposed to adapt to their surroundings.  Who is she?  And even worse, who lounges comfortably beside her? Twirling her fingers through her freshly curled hair, my daughter’s friend now looks innocent, almost.  Though I try, it is hard to reconcile the jean-clad, tee-shirt wear…

Reflections of Home

Weekends, holidays, summer nights my sister and I running in and out of the house “close the door,” echoing in the distance.

Giggling, late at night we lay in the guest room, room #3, counting the seconds it took my great-aunt (who wasn’t so great) to breathe.  Often we were so engrossed in the game that her breath surprised us, making us jump.

The Company She Keeps (From my Writing Attic)

In school, my daughter is in advanced math and reading; she raises her hand to ask a question, and gets along with everyone who tries to get along with her.  Teachers love her.  At home, she voices opinions about everything from who I date to what she, her brothers, and I have for dinner.  She baby sits her baby brother and is her little brother’s nemesis.  Years ago, my daughter grabbed her little brother before he could fall through our second-story window.  The window opened outwards though, because there was no screen, we never opened it.  Somehow, the lock had slid out of place.  When her little brother leaned against the glass, his big sister noticed the slow-motion opening, yanked her brother from the ledge, and saved his life.  She tells this story often, altering the ending to fit her moods.  I will not always be the most influential person in my child’s life.  My little girl  is a young lady equipped with a gaggle of friends.  I know how important friends are: they validate …

From the Attic: Nonfiction Essay

Motherhood is one of the most challenging and rewarding experiences many of us will ever have.  It is one of the most demanding roles in society yet there is no training manual, no official how to guide.  Although it seems to be a trial and error venture, it is largely based on personal expectations and experiences as well as society’s values, norms and expectations.  Society has assigned mothers the responsibilities of care giver, nurturer, disciplinarian, role model, cook, maid, etc.  It is a flexible, ever changing role.  Up until two years ago, I was the type of mother I would have wanted my mother to be.  I had two children, worked full time, cooked, cleaned, chauffeured, mediated, coached,  nurtured, disciplined, educated and enlightened my children.  There was nothing I wouldn’t do for them; in fact there were few things I did without them. The more I did for them the more they expected and the more they expected the more I did for them. I was effectively lost. I was a mother,…