When I was in the sixth grade, I joined my studio’s performing company and the Louisiana Delta Ballet, and my passion grew. I hardly ever miss a class, even though my studio is an hour away and classes are five times a week. Even on Saturdays, I am rehearsing while all my friends are
So I listed every skill I learned in my years of dance. After filling them out we got in a space so we could stretch. After stretching from a high school dancer from the coaches varsity dance team. We started to learn the dance, the dance was a little hard but it’s supposed to be hard, because it’s the dance prep team. We practiced so many times I kept messing up this one part, we were put in partnerships.
She “... practised every day for Tante Rose” (Horton, 2). Anyone with a hobby or job that they perform on the daily can speak to the devotion it requires to not get burnt out or uninspired. Practising every day implies that Hannah is diligent, and the fact that she did it for Tante Rose further proves her devotion, both to her future career and her aunt. In fact, Hannah moves in with her aunt in order to “... devote all [her] free time to [her] studies in piano” (2). Her devotion to piano outweighed her willingness to stay with her family, a quality that few possess.
On evaluation day, all of the students had to wear matching black leotards, and perform the same combos and skills. We started getting ready for these tests in the beginning of the year, so we had time to learn our routines, but the dances we needed to learn can also be found on youtube. As an overachiever, I would always work outside my ballet classes with the videos, so by February, I would already be prepared for my examination that wouldn’t happen until December. Being an overachiever is a positive quality of being the oldest child because it helps us avoid procrastination, but at the same time, all this dedication can be very
I realized that the only way I could achieve the results I desired was to work harder, so I focused more energy into my schoolwork and it paid off. I continued to play the flute all through high school, and participating in marching band had an equally important impact on my life. Through marching band, I learned the importance of time management. Rehearsals every day after school, Friday night football games, and Saturday competitions that lasted all day greatly cut the amount of free time I had. In fact, the majority of my free time seemed to disappear, until I started working on my time management skills.
For each of these reasons, theater has become very special to me, but the most defining experience for me was at the end of my sophomore year.While I had dabbled in theater before, this was my first real chance to compete and I was lucky enough to have an experienced partner who showed me the ropes. It was the Spring Team competition of 2016, and I was determined to do the best I could. In the beginning I was a timid girl, afraid of everything, including (ironically) my drama coach. Our scene was a cut from Trojan Women by Euripides, and I was to be Cassandra, a beautiful young prophetess who watches Troy crumble around her. My partner was Queen Hecuba, and together we describe our fates as spoils of war.
My friend's family from elementary school have me an opportunity to live with them. My grades averaged out to a C which allowed me to see my junior year in high school. My hopes of becoming a senior and finishing high school were fading fast, I knew I would not make it. But, I managed to see my first and only group home. I needed to free myself of any street activities in order to prosper.
One of the first of these is the passion that I have had for the fine arts since I got my first instrument in my fifth-grade year. Instruments for me then and now were used for expression, as well an escape and an outlet, even if it was just for a few minutes. I used music as a sort of antidepressant, as I felt like I did not have very many friends and felt completely alone for a long time. I also used to sing in the school choir and performing in the theatrical productions to express my emotions and feel like an important person to myself in my life. Some of the very first influences I had growing up with music was my grandpa and my music teachers Mrs. Dayton and Mr. Howe (yes, there used to be a Mr. Howe where I used to go to school as well) My grandpa, when I was little, always used to sing around the house and to the kids to make us laugh.
Introduction As I attended my last field observation, distraught that I would have to wait five months until my next school visit but eager to close the school year, my exhausted brain perked up at something that Mrs. Pollard, the elementary general music teacher at Hartwood Elementary School, said: “The best teaching results from when your mind shifts from what you are doing to what they are doing.” In this case, “they” was referring to the students in the classroom, and this statement made me reflect on my assignments and experiences so far in the music education program at Duquesne University. I realized that the best teachers that I have seen so far are constantly attentive to their students; they are constantly giving of their time and energy, and take little to no time to think of themselves because their mannerisms and abilities have been put on “auto-pilot.” What Mrs. Pollard says sums up the ideal attitude for any teacher, and I will use what she said each time I teach and each time I observe other teachers. I observed three different teachers during my second semester of my freshman year at Duquesne: Mr. Jeff Leonhardt at Streams Elementary School in Upper St. Clair school district, Mrs. Amy Davidson at Jefferson
Theatre was able to lessen and just about cause my self-doubt to vanish. I have come up from a dark place of feeling my work is not good enough, as if my ability is lacking potential. Over the course of my final year in high school, theatre has showed me where my true home is. I find that I belong in a setting full of imagination, diversity, and of course, lighting. My skills in the field of lighting design and control are far beyond satisfactory and I am able to believe that.
rite of passage that seemingly many East Asian children go through, with varying degrees of success, is learning an instrument. Parents hope that coercing their child into playing music will leave a positive influence. I experienced this time-tried journey at the age of seven. My mother had decided that it was the right time for me to start learning the piano and I was completely against it. Initial rebellion were tantrums; fake tears spilt in hopes of avoiding practice sessions.
So my seven class mates and I learned it, then performed several pieces at the time, and moved on to what we called the cool instruments. My friend Jacob and I were the only fourth graders who were taking the snare at the time and we both loved it, we took solo and ensemble together and both got first on our solos. Sadly, I moved school and couldn’t join my band, but I then found