Personal Narrative Essay: The First Violin

At 13 years of age, I was on my second year in middle school, excited to graduate and go through high school. I was surprisingly good at all the other subject except math. I hated it to the point of skipping the day that I will have a math class which fortunately was not every day. One day, my father came across my report card and he found out I had a C in my algebra class. I was grounded for a week straight with tutorial after school every single day and he sent me to an academy on Saturday that taught me computer math at Rice University.

In Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, it shows you need a number amount of practices to meet a famous point in your life, which Lang Lang 's father had got him to. The sacrifices of his father made the success of Lang Lang now; without his parents sacrifices there would be no Lang Lang. Lang Lang 's mother wanted to be a professional musician; his father wanted stay traveling as a musician in the air force orchestra. Their ambitions ended when they became victims of China 's cultural revolution when they got married.

He has worked for the Petaluma Police Department for the last 10 years. Prior to being hired at the PPD, he had applied at the SRPD and SFPD twice, the sheriff’s department and CHP. It took him approximately 9 months to get hired, and then he went through the police academy. The police officer works swing shifts and it rotates weekly. One week he’ll work 4 days a week for 11 hour shifts.

“One, two, three, four! One, two and three and four!” I was frantically counting in my mind. It was my first pit orchestra practice for the high school musical my freshman year. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not keep up with the fast tempo and puzzling key signatures in the music for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

Every morning I have to spend an hour in order to send my baby to the babysitter and another an hour before I get on campus. As I spending two hours in the morning to get on campus and two hours to get home was through for me. Sometimes, I am late to class, missed examinations or missed the beginning of every topic with the early morning classes. This made me feel tensed and uncomfortable in those classes. Some professors, it was okay with them, but others it was a tag of war.

“Oh, another?” You groan as you sit down, and you probably won’t get up for several more hours. Thus begins the fourth day of standardized testing. Students should not have to take standardized testing because it takes up too much class time, it puts stress on teachers and students, and students already take too many tests in each subject.

The Audition I remember the exact day when I made the Rummel/Chapelle Band. I was feeling so nervous for my audition because I did not know if I was going to make the band. One reason why I tried out for the band was because my sister was in the band for four years and I wanted to follow in her footsteps. Also, I tried out because I love playing the baritone and I have been in band since I was in fourth grade.

Getting asked “What school do you go to?” I answer, “North Cape”. They then look with a confused smirk and ask “Where’s that?” “In the middle of nowhere, between Franksville and Union Grove,” I answer. To me, it 's almost as if it 's a famous line I’ve made because of how many times I answer that question.

It’s almost time, everyone has been talking about this day ever since eight grade. The pressure was on once returning back from winter break only five months before the big day. So many emotions crossed my mind that afternoon when my English teacher passed out the schedule. From due dates, picture day, assembly’s, prom and finally walking across the stage with my class of 2015. I felt so speechless I could not believe that with a blink of my eyes how quickly four years of high school passed by I said to myself “It is

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!

Transitioning from middle school band to high school band was a major jump because of all the time involved, but it was such a great transition. Since my freshman year I have always done all I can to be my absolute best in this program. I never slacked off on practice unless I had another event I had to attend. Every summer we have band camp that consists of 8 hours a day working our hardest to get the season started. Once school starts the color guard had three hour practices three times a week, last year it was only two, and now we only have practice one day a week because of the effort we all put in at band camp this year.

“What instrument should I play, Lucy?” She answered, “Well, we have some flute, clarinet, and trumpet spaces left, which one of those do you want to play?” I thought about it, and finally decided I wanted to play the flute. So I told her

I was determined to make it my senior year after that disappointment. My senior year I practiced on my own for at least a thirty minutes everyday and with my voice coach at least one hour a week. We practiced my solo, sight-reading music, and everything in between. I met with my choir director to do mock auditions and he would judge me on my performances.

She gets off the bus and runs home to her mom begging her to email the band teacher and get her a clarinet. The director unsure at first because of how far behind she will be, agrees to let her join band. Six years later, this once little girl grew up to be a section leader for the clarinet section and a drum major her senior year. She found joy in

Taking the field the Evolution “East Peoria Marching Raiders, you may take the field in competition.” During the four years of high school, I was able to get involved with the East Peoria High School Band program. The marching band has evolved since I joined in 2011 and it has been improving each year. My freshman year we used to march trombones, I was probably the worst one on the field when it came to the marching aspect.