That summer going into seventh grade I started lessons which got me playing more often and into my middle school’s second band, symphonic, keeping high chairs. There were three combined band in my middle school-awhile I was there. My final year at that school I made top band, wind ensemble, I had a good chair but looking back I could have worked harder to get higher-I was 6th out of 9 clarinets that year. I feel my chair did not give me justice but at the
I have marched with the Pride of the Hill band since my Freshman year, and experienced some marching in eighth grade, and it isn’t as easy as it seems. I remember watching my siblings march when they were in high school and I was still in primary and intermediate, and I used to think that it looked easy and that it wasn’t really a sport or anything. But after experiencing it myself I realized the amount of work you put into it, the teamwork needed to accomplish things, and the competitions where you hope that all of the hard work, from band camp in the summer, the early morning practices during the week, and the Thursday night rehearsals during the
To the average person, the high school marching band is nothing more than a bunch of geeks that play during half time at the football games or monopolize the benches by the band hall, but to me, it is so much more. To me it is a family, a safe haven, a creative outlet, a home. I have been involved in marching band for three years, going on four, and I wouldn 't trade the experience for anything. When I entered high school as a scared and awkward freshman, I immediately had three hundred people that I could rely on. The program quickly became like a second home to me and opened up a whole new path in my life.
Yes, yes indeed I had stage fright. I was a thirteen year old seventh grader going to Burton Middle School. I absolutely have a love for music, but I somewhat couldn’t express that publicly. That is why I chose choir as an elective, to see if the class can get me out my comfort zone and for the start of it….it was not going at all well. I was still somewhat the shy type.
My parents abandoned me and my sister when I was 16 years old, I felt lost in a world I couldn’t understand and I couldn’t fit in. Now without the help of my parents how in the world I was going to face all the problems that were coming. I never said anything in school, but I was homeless and I needed support and one of my friends let me stay in her house for few weeks. I spent my four years of high school homeless and living with different friends, trying to overcome all the hunger and all the problems I was facing. It was hard, but I made it with the help of my friends, I not only learned the language but I graduated with honors.
My recent spring vacation had consisted of taking care of Helena as a mother’s helper and I had spent several weekends changing diapers, mixing formula, and watching over her brothers and sisters. After she died, I became overwhelmed with all these ideas of how she would never again giggle at my silly faces, never learn to ride a bike, let alone walk, and never take part in any childlike adventures. This unforeseeable tragedy changed my life forever.
Thanksgiving dinner Thanksgiving should be a day to spend with family and enjoy the company of everyone I remember when I was younger, my family use to get together to cook and help set up the tables. Though, the past few years my family started to distance themselves and it’s getting worse and worse by the years goes by or I just started to realized it the older I get. Every year in thanksgiving every family has to bring a dish that’s when the drama begins there’s always that one aunt that always says she doesn’t have money so she not bring anything just happens to be the same aunt every year. Everyone knows that the holidays are around the corner and gets when family gets together. When I started to check my Facebook I see all those families taking a group picture and mine are in little groups not even talking to each other just with people within their house.
One of the hardest challenges for me was switching instruments the end of the eighth grade year for the marching band that next fall. My eighth grade year I decided to switch from flute to trombone. I played flute for four years before I decided I didn't want to march flute that year and since we had one trombones in the band and need more. I ask my band director if I could switch he said no. With a lot of going back and forth, finally he said yes, but I had to meet after school on Monday for help.
I used to be the only one in school with what was considered “abnormal colored” hair, but as I walked into the first day of senior year, I looked around and saw ten other people, some freshman, some returning students with colored hair. I am an example to those in the minority who prefer to have piercings, awesome updos and dress alternatively. My strong drive to be independent and be unique, proved to my mother and father that it’s okay to be different. It’s good to be yourself. Before you pass judgement to someone, you must first question yourself.
“You’re not going to remain close to everyone you were friends with in grade school,” my mom gently reminded throughout the summer before my freshmen year. But during my freshman year at Notre Dame, I had remained friends with almost all my friends that I had in 8th grade. When I decided to go back to Jackson for my sophomore year, I thought my best friend and I would remain close. I thought that if we could stay close through the turmoils of elementary school, middle school, and not even attending the same school for eighth and ninth grade our friendship could last throughout high school. On a Thursday afternoon, a privilege day, kids scuttled around like ants rushing to find their friends.