Argumentative Essay: The Teenage Classical Guitar

When thinking of classical guitar, cliché images of old men in suits playing in empty cathedrals immediately comes to mind. As a classical guitarist my undertaking should be to disabuse you of these misconceptions and inform you of how fashionable and stylish this activity truly is. Unfortunately, this pursuit is as archaic as it seems. Searching for any video of a classical piece on guitar will supply you with scores of men and women ornately dressed resting a foot on those tiny footstools. There is little reward for the teenage classical guitarist. While my fellow musicians can brag of completing the entirety of the solo for Free Bird or maybe possessing the skill of “shredding like a madman”, any attempts on boasting of my ability to play William Walton’s Bagatelle No. 2 without any mistakes would ineluctably be met by blank stares. This is why my hatred for Bach is even more ridiculous than it sounds. I would say I was on amiable terms with Johann Sebastian Bach until the day my fingers protested. I approached the stage barely clasping my guitar in one hand and the music book in the other, the latter of course being a

The idea that challenge is all for one’s edification will fall on deaf ears after experiencing failure, but in retrospection without failure the nature of achievement is lost. Those last notes would not nearly have been as sweet if I had not known the dismay of dead ones. I still refuse to play Bach, but I must admit he has an innovative method of teaching. I believe that my experience with failure will prepare me for challenging courses at Rutgers and beyond. The determination I learned I had will be essential to my success at Rutgers, and will aid me both in my academic and career goals. I trust that this trait mixed with Rutgers’ excellent opportunities for internships will be a great asset for my