Personal Narrative: My Violin

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I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with the violin. Music cannot be quantified, no matter how much orchestra judges attempt to. Unlike swimming, where races result with an exact time, violinists perform in concerts, where a minute mistake could blemish the entire performance. This invisible essence has frustrated me, because I was unable to visibly see improvement. However, my violin has always been my best friend. He is a 7/8 hand-me-down violin from my sister, the $800 violin I have been playing on since fourth grade. But instead of feeling resentment and frustration for feeling cramped and unable to project sound like a full size violin, I have grown to cherish my violin. It is not the wood quality or the size that matters, but the
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