My mom urged me to sign up for as many clubs and activities for me to be more out there, but nothing stood out to me until she told me about the talent show sign-ups Tuesday evening. I was hesitantly thinking about it, but I knew deep down I was too scared to even say or sign a yes. I left to bed giving no answer to my mom and forgot the idea of it soon as I fell asleep. Next morning arrived, and walking into choir was always a good way to start off my day. At least so far that is what I thought, until my choir director came up to me and wanted to discuss the matter about the talent show.
The school was a charter school teaching grades 6-12. I had briefly transferred out for my first semester to play football at another school. To make a long story short I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and went from a straight “A” student to a 2.3 gpa. My parents immediately pulled me, made some phone calls and I was right back to my old stomping grounds. It wasn’t a stereotypical “love at first sight” in fact it was a kind of dull interaction.
Fast forward to my senior year, I was very agitated. All of my friends had gone on Kairos, and I was left out of the brotherhood that included metallic crosses and unexpected changes in attitude. Despite getting denied on two previous Kairos trips, I was finally able to attend the January trip. My hopes were high, but I made sure that I did not set the bar too high, for I did not wish to feel let down if it did not equate to this "life-changing" experience. Going into the SAC after 6th period on Tuesday, I had not talked to a single person there beyond the typical "hey how are you" in the hallway.
And although, this was the last piece of the night, I wanted that moment to last a little bit longer. Furthermore, I liked all of the pieces on the program, but the one that I liked secondly aside from the Waltz of the Flowers piece was the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy piece. As soon as the orchestra started playing the song I immediately got excited because I had just learned about the celesta in class and I have always wondered what instrument made that unforgettable
Classes in college have been a slight change from classes in high school, which I had expected. The one thing I did not expect was how independent I was going to have to be in my classes. In high school, teachers were extremely helpful in telling you what you needed to do to succeed. I have learned that in college I am going to have to decide what I need to do to succeed. Over the past month, I have slowly been figuring out what I am going to need to do to succeed in each individual class.
I have never lived in a place for more than two years (I have lived in nine different states), and the lack of stability has made developing close friendships impossible. I think that going to college would help me make close friends, which is something I have never gotten to experience. I am also extremely excited to be able to follow a curriculum and courses all the way through. Switching high schools all of the time meant switching curriculum, and having to learn new things at each school that did not build on what I previously had learned. I had to do a lot of catching up each time we moved, and it will be nice to not have to do that anymore.
I am in the middle of my fourth year playing clarinet. I would greatly enjoy going to your summer camp again; I went to the junior summer camp last year (2016) and had a wonderful time preparing music with musician I did not know and got to learn. I have truly grown as a musician these past years, have had memorable experiences during marching and concert season, one goal I have is taking my playing abilities into college. I started playing clarinet in the sixth grade and spent that year learning as much as I could in a public school with 43 beginning clarinets. That summer going into seventh grade I started lessons which got me playing more often and into my middle school’s second band, symphonic, keeping high chairs.
I ended up having to stay with my mother the whole summer. Getting to know new people, surrounding myself with positive people, even was willing to go to a new school to start a new life, a good like with positive vibes. But in the midst of everything I got scared, scared to start my whole life over. Yes, i was only in tenth grade I had two other years left in high school, did I really want to start over? To answer your question, the answer was no.
The man I have to thank goes by the name of Mr. Reid. The first two months I didn’t say one word in his class. One day he asked me to stay after class so we can talk. At first I was panicked thinking I was going to get in trouble. We sat down and the first question he asked me was why I didn’t speak in class?
When I was in sixth grade and I didn’t get honor roll for 1 of the 3 semesters my parents were disappointed in me. They told me that school is going to help me in the future and that they will let me do school activities if I get good grades. The next couple of semesters I made honor roll and was able to join the basketball team from 6th grade to 8th grade. I also got to join sports teams in high school. Even though I lived far from my high school my parents took me to practice and back home every day.
Although I was not playing my Baritone during the summer (because I did not have a personal one) I still did exercises to help my skills. I also shared with people when band camp came around my aspirations for making All-State Band. People laughed in my face and told me that I could not do
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
At 46 years old, I was not a spring chicken, and was unsure if I could handle it or even fit in. The class started out with 120 students, all young enough to be my children, talk about the generation gap. Having to work twice as hard to keep up with my younger counterparts, I befriended several of the classmates, which until today I still keep in touch. In addition, it was difficult to juggle, between responsibilities and school, so family time was challenging. Remembering back, the hours spent studying late into the night because it was the only quiet time available.