"No, there really are five notes. Just give it a shot and I 'll come back later," he insisted, as I sat quietly in awe at this new form of music.
When my father was a child, my grandmother bought him Dr. Seuss books. Every night my grandma would read to my father. Once my father knew how to read, he would read stories to my grandma. He traded the Dr. Seuss books in for a series of books that held various fairytales. When my father went to college he kept the Dr. Seuss and fairytale books. My grandmother started a family tradition that my father would soon pass down.
I have always been a particularly musical person. When I was younger, I wanted to become a singer when I grew up, but upon joining the choir in elementary I realized I did not have the talent for singing that I thought I had. Continually singing off key and never sounding as good as my peers did, I decided to confine myself to singing at home where only my family could hear me. Despite this revelation that I was, in fact, a terrible singer, I still wanted to participate in some type of musical performance and decided to join the band in middle school. After trying out various different instruments, I settled on the flute and quickly fell in love.
All my life, I was always told that I was so smart and advanced for my age. Everything came easy to me: math, writing, reading, sports, and even playing many instruments. All this came with little work. So I seldom ever had to study or practice for anything. This occurred all throughout elementary and middle school. I was even placed in honor classes, yet those classes still turned out to be quite easy for me. I had nothing less than an A, but that was all about to change once I got to high school.
My identity is wrapped up in my love of music because I have been surrounded by it since I was little. When I was a toddler, I would sit for long periods of time and watch videos of kids singing songs. As I grew older I participated in my church's children's choir and even held solos in my elementary school chorus. When I reached middle school I joined my school's middle school chorus in 7th grade as an alto and 8th grade as a soprano. The transition between 8th and 9th grade was important for me because I took up voice lesson in 8th grade and went to my first music camp the summer before 9th grade.
I also developed an interest in chapter books. I was in the second grade when my mom and dad would read to me these books. We read together the Hobbit, Phantom Tollbooth, and Percy Jackson series. I also read some current events on my own in school. I started to lose interest in reading
A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest J. Gaines is a story set in the fictional Cajun community of Bayonne, Louisiana during the 1940s. It is the story of Jefferson, an accused black man who is sentenced to death for a murder he did not commit. Grant, a teacher, is asked by Jefferson’s godmother to persuade Jefferson that he is a man and not just a “hog” before he is executed. In A Lesson Before Dying, Gaines uses many symbols to explain how Jefferson is seen as a Christ figure.
When I was young, about 4 to 5 years ago, there were many, many young boys my age who lived in the neighborhood, but slowly, over the course of about 2 years, they all moved away from the neighborhood. Leaving me without friends, and reducing the chance of making more, because I lived right down the street from my elementary school, and I wasn’t able to stay there and do extracurricular activities, due to my sister, who I had to walk home and watch over. Which put me into a tough spot, as a young kid, I had done so many things that faded away as my friends had left, I used to play street football, street basketball, and just in the street, my fun in the woods near my house diminished, as I had noone to play with, no other minds, no other people
“Oh, I’m just reading Harry Potter,” she replied, not lifting her head up to look at me. With the start of middle school, I had few friends on top of transferring to a new school. So when I spotted Emma on the first day of school, reading a book amongst a vast sea of white polo shirts and navy blue shorts and skirts, I knew she was going to be one of my new friends. At that time, I did not particularly like reading because my parents always forced me to read over the summer. Like most children, I would have rather liked to have been playing outside. But as the months and years progressed at Notre Dame de Sion, Emma and I shaped a beautiful friendship around literature.
From a very young age, about 5, I remember reading being the easiest thing I knew how to do. Most kids in my school hated it, but I had a passion for reading. The liberating feeling, and sensation of being able to do something on my own, encouraged me to read even more. Two people
To have a decent understanding of how the human condition relates to literature, a person must have an understanding of what the human condition is. Medically, human condition relates to the state a human is in; however, on a larger scale, the meaning of human condition relates to the meaning of being alive and having the ability to feel emotions: happiness, sadness, anger, etc. Throughout history, society has a way of altering the meaning of different pieces of literature, which overall result in the meaning of the human condition changing. There are many famous novels, plays, and other forms of writing that test, analyze, and question the human condition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare; The Case for a Tragic
Most transformative moments in life can be caused by the smallest of occurrences in life. Often people do not even realize that a pivotal moment in their life is happening. Someone may realize when they are mature enough that there was one special moment during their childhood that ultimately determined their lifelong goal. For others, they probably realized an “aha” moment right when it happened and from then on decided that they knew what they want to accomplish later on. I actually have taken from both sides of the spectrum from realizing that one special transformative moment but also not even knowing that it would end up steering me towards my current career choice.
Growing up I was consumed by an interesting assortment of music. Musical influences were thrown at me from all directions. Whether it was the rock and roll and punk rock music my dad listened to, or the country and pop music my mom listened to, my ears were always full of different arrays of music. Having my grandma blasting gospel music and my older sister jamming Disney, music became a very influential part of my childhood.
During my elementary years, I don’t recall being interested in reading, but I do remember the first time I fell in love with it. I was in my 7th-grade reading class. I just completed a quiz when my teacher realized that I had nothing to do after. She offered me a book that I will remember for the rest of my life because it is the book that basically started my reading journey. It was called Tears of a Tiger by Sharon Draper, I loved the book so much that I read the whole entire series. When I first met someone who didn’t like the book I was beyond shocked. Right at that moment, I realized that reading has its own effects on me. Reading has changed my writing skills, it has improved my knowledge and lastly, it has helped me manage my stress while going through hard times. Without reading I wouldn’t be the person that I am today.
Music has always been a part of my life. In definition, it is “vocal or instrumental sounds combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.” Ever since I was a young child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the entrancing melodies, and the lyrics that vary between heartwarming and heart-wrenching have always had an unexplainable effect on my life. Music seems to have the ability to change certain aspects of my world. Even with my moods, whether it is sad or mad, music will help me get through it. It has absolutely been an enormous part of my life and who I am. Thus, this is to say that I have musical talent. I am in a high school marching band, where I play any piano-like instrument. My viewpoint with music has come to a simple conclusion, without it, I would not know who I am or what to do with my life.