Topic 1: Enrolling at Central Catholic High School was a significant risk that has made me a more confident person. I came from a public K-8 where I knew every student since kindergarten. My friends were all going to Grant High School, but that was not the path I wanted to take. I knew that I wanted the academic challenge Central Catholic could give me as a college preparatory high school. By enrolling at Central Catholic, I risked isolation because I would enter high school without knowing anyone. I was very afraid on my first day that I would make no friends because everyone seemed already have cliques. However, in my first class I ended up meeting my best friend. By risking isolation I became more confident in my decisions, and met my best friends, I could not have found any of this by following the crowd. …show more content…
My relationship with the violin started when my mom signed me up for a classical music program in second grade. As a child I dreaded these lessons, but when my school shut down the program I realized how much truly loved the violin. The violin became a part of my identity. Playing music has offered me an escape since I was a small child. It has allowed me to forget the agonizing test I took, and calms me when my emotion are eating away at me. When I play the violin there are no expectations. I do not have to worry about grades, or even my progress in a song. For one hour I can sit, and not think about the future, I can simply focus on the
Swaying to the rhythm of the piece, while switching between two notes on my violin. It was the piece that my orchestra was obsessed with, we all memorized it just annoying our conductors. It made me bond with my classmates and my conductors, orchestra was no longer a class but a place of protection from the rest of the school. I fell in love with my violin and the melodies I could produce with it. Orchestra changed my life, and playing “Fiddles on Fire” was the beginning of that change.
Music, although ubiquitous, has impacted me to a larger degree only recently. When I began to delve into the complexities of music and understand that playing guitar was not as simple as it seemed, it hypnotized me. I wanted the challenge of doing something that was infinitely complicated. I discovered a new passion, and I wanted to know every detail about it. The rising and swelling of the beat and the way you can dance with the notes to spin a masterpiece is vastly complicated, and yet so simple.
Picture a young teenager on a date: she is around 16 and extremely excited about the prospect of an outing with another young woman that night. They decide to go see a new movie and have dinner after. Walking out of the theater that night, the young women are hand in hand and oblivious to what is about to happen. A stranger decided that what he saw between these two girls was offensive to him. The teenagers’ budding romance was so incredibly offensive that he attacked one of them at her car.
Initial rebellion were tantrums; fake tears spilt in hopes of avoiding practice sessions. As time slowly passed, I fell in love with the big, wooden instrument. Daily practices quickly flew by as I buried my daily stress under a large pile of old, wrinkled sheet music. That view quickly changed my freshman year of high school. My good meaning mother,
Music is something that has always been an important part of my life. Whenever I am feeling a certain way, music helps me express my feelings and process them. Because I am a vocal musician, music weaves its way into almost all aspects of my life. I started singing and dancing at a very young age and fell in love! I don’t think I’ve stopped singing since!
In my life, there have many instances where I have been forced to adapt to different cultures, but the biggest culture shock by far was switching from Catholic school to public school. It could not have been any more different. The size, the people, the town, the curriculum – everything was different. It was such a different environment from what I was used to, but I soon grew to love it. I attended a small Catholic School in from kindergarten to fifth grade.
“Nope”, the answer would slip off the tip of my tongue whenever the question, “Are you thinking of going to a Christian college?” was directed at me. By my freshmen year of high school, I felt emotionally stretched thin and constrained by the small Christian school I commuted to for 8 years. It was set in my head that I would not attend a Christian college. However, after my turbulent journey through anxiety in my freshmen year, I came to understand the importance of being part of Christian community.
I discovered that I was gay in the seventh grade. It seemed like there was no one out there like me. I felt alone during my final years of middle school, and I neither knew nor found anyone else who had gone through what I expected in high school. Nevertheless, time never stops and I was swept in with its waves. Transitioning into a Catholic high school should not have been difficult because I had been attending Catholic schools since kindergarten; however, knowing that I was gay altered something.
I didn’t know anybody and was so eager to have friends, but the mistake I made was to surround myself with people that didn’t have my best interest in heart. In the result of that I wasn’t focused in school, my family, or my own self. Peer pressure can be difficult.
so I decided to join the Jazz band. Even though I was not the best I kept playing because I simply wanted to and, my choice led me to discovering a new passion. For the ten years I had been playing music, music was always given to me as notes on a paper, but Jazz band introduced the concept of being given a blank page that I could fill with anything I
A time where I have faced with a challenge was the beginning of my freshman year at Gahr high school. Going to a school in which I really did not want to go to, I was faced with challenge of not having old friends to be able to socialize with. For the first few weeks of school I had almost socially limited myself to other people. Not budging to make new friends at a school in which the number of koreans and even asians are low I was always alone to only one or two of my golf friends. As a person in which socializing face to face with a person as important I started to slowly sought after ways to make new friends.
Most of my friends had chosen to go to a different school, so I was almost alone in the new school. I was afraid that I would not be able to make new friends and find something in common with people from different schools. Although I am a shy person, I had to find the courage to talk to other students and try to make friends. Once the school started, it was only natural to talk to other students about different classes that we had. We began to help each other with things that we did not understand, and I was able to make new friends.
Although I don’t play an instrument anymore, I recognize the life lessons the clarinet has taught me. Music not only shows you how to fit in with others (literally and metaphorically), but it also allowed me find people similar to me that I had a natural bond with. Now, comparing myself with how I used to be as the shy, lonely girl, I see the effects that specific moment and music in general has had on me. It gave me the chance I needed to see that I can bond with others no matter my background or anyone else’s. I can have friends and socialize in groups.
I have been a part of the orchestra since the fourth grade. From learning to play the violin, I have gained much more than just learning how to play the instrument. Playing the violin has taught me the importance of patience, and perfection. Firstly, playing the violin taught me that patience is necessary in learning anything. I did not learn certain skills such as vibrato in one lesson.
It may not seem significant to the audience, but to me, a mere 10 years old, it was a major breakthrough. I finally got the chance to spread the joy and love that I gained from this experience to the audience yet it was so nerve wrecking. As I took up my violin and touched the shrill E-string, I was immersed in the beauty of the music that awed me for years. The nervous thoughts just floated away and all that was in my mind was how to shape the music. The clear, sweet singing melody floated out from my three quarter-sized violin as my chubby fingers flew on the fingerboard.