I remember the way the beat dropped, it was slow with a lot of bass and piano keys playing in the background. I believe that song was called Successful by Drake, and at that point I believe that it was more than music it was way I picture my life. During my ninth grade that song play a big role in my success in and out of class. The first day of autumn that year was a very special day for me. It was a Tuesday around 2 o’clock, I was sitting outside of class because my teachers told me to turn down my music, and I didn’t want to.
After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible. I didn 't try enough because I already thought my grade was too far gone and that rolled over into the next semester. After the school year I was very disappointed in myself. I never have failed a class in my life but here I was applying for summer school. So I redirected my disappointment and decided to excel at summer school.
Before Assessment, we have several sectionals, just to make sure everyone is okay with the sheet music and knows what role they play in the overall picture. ‘ We ride together, we die together.’ - Bad Boys 2. Which is true because we orchestra kids know, we play together, and if we fail, we fail together. Everyone is very accepting and its a great community to be a part of. As you can observe, we understand the value of
I went to my original class after, the hallway was unusually quiet and not many people were even there. Classrooms were full; I think everyone was pretty scared about everything going on, especially because anyone could be accused. Once you’re accused you basically have to admit to it or else worse consequences will happen. The whole week had been crazy. I just can’t wait to get it over with.
After that moment I regretted everything I did and I had to go to the fire classes everyday. The fire classes were so boring and exhausting, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be there, because I knew better then to light a blanket on fire. But after a while me and my parents moved away to Woodbridge Virginia where I met new people, went to a new school, it was a whole new lifestyle. I never saw Paris again, I then learned a huge lesson at the age of 8, something I would’ve never imagined happened to me . Thanks to that moment, I now will never forget to use fire properly and not to play around with fire, it is no
Lying awake last night, I realized that losing my voice was the worst. To make matters worse, it had to happen 3 days before my audition for a musical. All of this happened because of me over practicing my voice. Praticiting all day was probably not the best idea. The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore.
During my freshman year, I had the opportunity to volunteer and help others. Before this year, I had never volunteered before, so I knew this was my opportunity to do some community service to better others. I have found through my experience that I really love to volunteer, so I will continue volunteering on my own, rather than just doing it for a class. Doing service projects is a great way to get involved with the community. There are always people and businesses looking for help, and it is usually easy to find a way to help, especially when you are in FBLA.
At that time my math teacher was Mr. Hack, and he was very straight forward in his teaching, but I was stupid, and I neglected and missed the fundamentals of basic algebra. This affected me the whole year and because I have a lazy personality, I didn't put the effort in understanding and understand what I have neglected. Due to this, I did so atrocious that I had to retake an algebra course over the summer. I decided I must step up my game because it’s not worth it to me and I had to prove myself that I can do this. Thankfully after all my hard work and devotion I finished the summer course with a percentage of
Each morning at school I would run after my mom and spend every morning in the counsellor’s office. My brother who was five at the time would be woken up every night with me screaming and crying. My school and social life went downhill; I missed out on the essentials in Mathematics and English, which are still problematic for me. I had to go through this alone as my friendships were almost non-existent by
New school, making new friends, and getting used to the school. My sophomore year I transferred from Shaw High School. I really didn’t want to go here I would have preferred to stay at shaw, but I couldn’t. Sophomore was my worst year of high school. When I first started Collinwood High School, they didn’t have my transcript over from Shaw so for a month I had to take ninth grade classes.
However, things got even worse for Ella while she was in the reform school as she often suffered beatings from those in charge. She soon escaped from the school and found herself living alone and without any money during the middle of the Great Depression. It is believed that Ella survived by singing on the streets, a far cry from the top venues she would soon be performing
My grades suffered due to that fact. I always did well during testing, I just felt no motivation to do homework. I went to musician’s workshop when I started high school and developed more culture. High school was okay for the 2 years, my grades were average. Unfortunately, after my sophomore year ended, I started moving around due to various circumstances, such as a parents divorce and my childhood home going into foreclosure.
At the end of third quarter, the brass performs the crowd favorite, “brass suicides”. Throughout the fourth quarter the band plays more stand tunes. At the end of the game, the band marches back to the band room and finishes the night with their rendition of ‘Trojan Pride’. During the week, the marching band meticulously works on their 2015 production, ‘Breakthrough’. Students
I enrolled in chorus class at the end of 8th grade thinking that it was just going to be a boring music class that was required to graduate. I haven’t been in a chorus class since I was in 3rd grade. By the end it was one of the most enjoyable class i’ve taken this year. It was a happy environment where you can be yourself, and have fun. I took a lot of things away from this course, and made a lot of memories.
I played wrong notes, was not in tune, and had to stop multiple times just to catch my breath. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, I wanted to just hide myself away due to the lack of preparation I had put into my solo, especially when a bass clarinet chuckled at the fact that I messed it up. At that moment, I was determined to sit down and learn the music. During seminar the fourth week of prep, I sat in a practice room and played the rhythms repeatedly until I engrained the fingering pattern in my hands. It wasn’t easy