A Die-Hard Audio Geek My life has been a rollercoaster. This is amusing considering the fact that I get motion sick, but with all of the twists, turns, and occasional loopty-loops that have occurred, a rollercoaster is certainly a fair description. However, this is the story of how I volunteered to help where I could and ended up stumbling upon one of my passions. I was twelve years old and our church sound system was outdated and in need of replacement. Much to my excitement, we were connected with a sound technician named Jon, who specialized in sound and lighting installs for churches. Although extremely capable by himself, he was asking for volunteers from the church to help him with certain aspects of this particular install. Immediately, I volunteered. Being the small kid that I was, one of my jobs was to crawl underneath the two and a half foot stage and pull sound cable from the sound booth to the stage. Although this was not the easiest duty, I did it fairly well and with minimal complaining, which seemed to impress Jon. As we reached the latter segments of the installation, he walked me through …show more content…
His business had grown some and he now had a partner, Neal. However, even with the two of them working together, they needed an extra set of hands to finish a job in the area. Better yet, Jon was willing to pay for my help. Without hesitation, I jumped at the opportunity to work for him. It was definitely hard work for several long days filled with scaffolding, extension ladders, lifting heavy lights, crawling between two-by-fours, and learning basic electrical engineering, but I loved every minute of it. And apparently Jon and Neal loved having me, because it wasn't more than a month later that I got another call asking for help. They have requested my aid several times since then and I have yet to tell them "no." Simply the thought of working in this fascinating field now fills me pure joy and giddy
I was diagnosed with depression when I was thirteen years old. I didn 't tell my parents about how I felt until one year after I realized my affliction. I often wallowed in self pity. For the next three years, I thought I was never good enough. I finally realized that the road I was on was not where I wanted to be.
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
Over the weekend, I went to Starbucks with a friend, and knowing that I would need to engage in mindful listening for my communication portfolio. I had taken the opportunity. Even though I did not let my friend know what I was aiming to do. One demonstrates mindful listening when they are careful and thoughtful, processing a high level of information in response to other’s message. This was the perfect moment to practice mindful listening because my friend was sharing his issues regarding other relationships.
Listen my grandchildren, to the story of my past, the good and the bad, how your grandfather and I met, and the cruelty of the world around us. It was the date November 9, 1938. I was playing at my best friend, Rebecca’s house. Her house was a part of her father’s shop, which sold everything from shoes, to toys, to makeup, to clothes, anything you could ever imagine.
When I started my senior year of highschool, I was ecstatic to tell all my friends that I didn’t have to suffer through the horrors of a math class. I was finally free! Instead, I am taking four music classes, among them, AP music theory. On the first day I realized I had made a grave mistake-- Music is nothing but math!
Music is a very recent thing that has changed my life. I have always had an interest for music, since I was young I would dream of playing the Alto Saxophone. My dream became a reality in Sixth Grade when I was able to pick up and learn an instrument. I ended up choosing the Tenor Saxophone because of its dark full sound. I progressed very quickly taking lessons from Jill Marasa, band director at Costa Catholic Academy, later that year I bought a Flute, and Clarinet.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
When I ended my sophomore year, I felt as if I was on top of the world. My grades were top tier, I had a successful soccer season, and I had just been assigned the drum major position in my school’s marching band. However about halfway through the following summer, I was diagnosed with depression. Instead of trying to fight through my condition, I allowed myself to slink deeper and deeper into an abyss. I knew that in my tenure as drum major, I would need to have a stable mind in order to be effective and have a possible impact on the band
My dad drank a lot of alcohol and since our family couldn 't handle the shame, my family moved around most of the time. I was the new kid in school all the time . My first job was a lifeguard on the Rock River. I was fifteen years old. I saved 77 lives and a set of false teeth.
Growing up on the 979, I always listen to my brother Tin (who never nguyens) listening hip hop/rap from artist like Jay-Z and Notorious B.I.G. Listening to hip hop made me like the genre more and ended up listening to other artist such as Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang Clan, N.W.A you know the good stuff. So I basically grew up listening to late 90’s early 2000’s hip-hop. But now I’ve noticed that hip-hop has gone from that storytelling express your feelings and emotions vibe to that Money, Sex, Hoes vibe.
What did you physically experience during this simulation? I was the first to get my ears plugged for this hearing loss simulation. Beforehand, I thought that this experience would not be too difficult, but the instant I had those earplugs inserted, I realized just how difficult this would actually before. I felt a slight pressure in my head, and approximately a 40-50% loss in my overall hearing ability.
It was New Year 's Eve the year of 2007, I had just turned 9 years old and little did I know my life was about to change forever. My parents took my sister and I on the Queen Mary 2, a cruise ship, to celebrate the holiday season. My family and I went to watch the musical playing at the cruise 's theater, Beatlemania, which is a musical focusing on the music of The Beatles and as a 9 year old boy I was completely unaware the impact this band had left in the world. As I began listening to the music all of a sudden I found myself immersed in all the rhythms and harmonies. The feeling I felt listening to them play couldn 't be compared to anything in the world
As the musical notes flowed into my ears, my brain was replenished with great prestige. ***** Albert Einstein once said, “Only those who attempt the absurd can achieve the impossible.” This particular quote of Albert Einstein’s career is mightily important to numerous people. I made this my one life ambition, to achieve the unfeasible. There is no impossible, there is only a new beginning.
Personal Narrative In the spring of 2009, I gripped my piano books tightly as I tiptoed into the piano studio. I had been preparing for my first piano test for almost five months, but the butterflies in my stomach wouldn’t go away. Being only six, everything looked huge, especially the the 2 grand pianos looming in front of me. Although my piano teacher told me numerous times I was sure to pass, that fact couldn’t stop my brain from telling me how nervous it was.
I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with the violin. Music cannot be quantified, no matter how much orchestra judges attempt to. Unlike swimming, where races result with an exact time, violinists perform in concerts, where a minute mistake could blemish the entire performance. This invisible essence has frustrated me, because I was unable to visibly see improvement.