After seven years of playing the violin, I can proudly say that music has become a part of me. Throughout my experience with playing the violin, there has been one individual who has helped shape the person I am. Providing the enduring teachings that will shape me into a greater human being, this person deserves the utmost respect for establishing my interest in the violin and in music. For the sake of this story, he will be referred to as Maestro Johnson. If I had a ticket that could take me anywhere, I would use it to go back in time to the time when Maestro Johnson was my musical advisor.
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,
When I started my senior year of highschool, I was ecstatic to tell all my friends that I didn’t have to suffer through the horrors of a math class. I was finally free! Instead, I am taking four music classes, among them, AP music theory. On the first day I realized I had made a grave mistake-- Music is nothing but math!
In terms of effort, I fill my schedule with the most demanding classes I can manage. I wish I had started at the school earlier to gain a better knowledge of the honors and AP classes, but ever since
Studies have shown that learning how to read and play music, and even listening to music has an impact on the development of the brain. Music requires the use of both the left and right sides of the brain. After learning music I have noticed a change in the way I view music, my social skills and my thought processes. All of these things I believe are at least partially because of being in band and, they have all changed my life for the better After learning how to read and play music I noticed that I view, or should I say hear, music in a completely different way.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. This was it. This was my chance to find something I could be good at and recognized for other than just being a “smart girl.” Looking around, I observe the other children chatter and fiddle with violins, violas, and cellos, to find one that suits them. Even though I was only nine years old, I knew violin was for me once I saw it.
Literacy is one of many words in the English language that is not accurate in definition; rather it varies from person to person through cultural experiences, community, exposure, and even academic submersion. Literacy, or being “literate,” is a skill that people use constantly to perform daily tasks such as reading road signs, texting a friend or calling a family member on the phone for a few examples. Through my experiences, however, literacy is as a form of communication, writing, and reading. Each family creates traditions in their household, ranging from food traditions to holiday traditions. Some of these traditions include eating specific meals with corresponding days of the week, like Taco Tuesday, while others’ traditions could be
I got up at 5:45 alright I slept later than usual to finish of a narrative writing. I laid in bed a little longer and then did my morning routine. I wore blue burmeds,light blue sandals,and brown/white/blue strip shirt. Jane left early to work because she needed to get things done.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
A birth Being old enough to actually remember a birth now, when my little sister was born has to be one of the best memories by far. I have two younger sister, Jaylene who is 10 years old and Hannah who is and year old. I was only 5 when my sister Jaylene was born which makes it hard to remember anything than the small vague memories I have of the day she was born. On the other hand my sister Hannah was born last year.
“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.
Inside the world of zoos what you see is not always the truth. Behind the cages and gates, wild animals suffer from harsh treatments from staff members and even madness from living in small, enclosed prison-like cages. At the Scarborough Sea Life Centre located in Scarborough, England, the Humboldt penguins are given antidepressants because they are not “adapted to the rainy British climate, which is drastically different from their natural environment on the coast of South America.” (PETA UK). While zoos are a great place to learn about wildlife, the best place to learn about wildlife is in the wild and in their natural habitats not behind confined cages.
It was New Year 's Eve the year of 2007, I had just turned 9 years old and little did I know my life was about to change forever. My parents took my sister and I on the Queen Mary 2, a cruise ship, to celebrate the holiday season. My family and I went to watch the musical playing at the cruise 's theater, Beatlemania, which is a musical focusing on the music of The Beatles and as a 9 year old boy I was completely unaware the impact this band had left in the world. As I began listening to the music all of a sudden I found myself immersed in all the rhythms and harmonies. The feeling I felt listening to them play couldn 't be compared to anything in the world
Picture this: you somehow manage to get your hands on a pair of tickets to see your absolute favorite band of all time, despite the fact that the concert was sold out long ago. You get the green light from your hesitant parents, who had never let you do anything like this before without adult supervision. As you are printing out the tickets, it occurs to you that will get the opportunity to experience the unfamiliar feeling of total freedom and control. Music has always been a definitive part of my life. My favorite band is The 1975, an English group whose music and style has always stuck out compared to other artists that I listen to.
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
