Student essay written in en (native language: Spanish, CEFR level: B2, field of study: Arts)

I got into the music conservatory on accident and decided to stay to honor my former music teacher.
When I was ten I got into a music school because i could kind of sing opera instinctively. The teacher I got was my biggest fan and I was his. All students where kind of scared of him but I was kind of slow and never understood when he tried to sound menacing. Eventually he understood that I couldn't be tamed and became really close. You can say those where my glory days, young talent, only eleven, gets solo in one of the only opera's played in Paris over the years. That teacher made me feel like my only limit where the stars and he believed it, the way he pushed me to sing, with more strength, emotion, passion. The way he singed, like he was alone in the middle of the sea and nobody could hear him or me. The way his voice was projected out of his lungs was so natural for him i envied it. 
One year later, he died. It was so sudden, in a week, he was gone, and so was my rock in the world of music. It left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth, I tried other teachers but never found another connection like that one. 
Eight years later, in Paris, I accidentally took the exam to get into the music conservatory of Rennes, and got in, after years of not having singed seriously. I actually cried a lot, I am kind of scared of being in the music world without him, but the coincidence is to big, i cannot walk away from it, or not yet. This coincidence got me to take a enormous step to overcome that trauma of my childhood. I actually love music, and opera overall, and that prof is the reason I like it so much. I thought about giving opera up, and starting studying modern music, but the feeling is not the same, the strength opera gives you is incomprehensible for people that have never vibrated with the music they're making. 
That single year with that man, the last year of his life, changed so much for me. I think it is also the reason I had the courage to say to my parents I wanted to pursue art. And now here I am, ten thousand kilometers away from Paris, doing art and music. It can be really hard and very heavy to do all of that, but I know he would be so proud. Either way, I am happy I am back in the music world, and I wouldn't be if I hadn't met him.