I didn't know how to put it together or how to even hold it. I kept messing up the hands. I also remember playing my first note. It seemed quite hard, but looking back now, I have songs memorized, and I know most of my scales. The eighth notes actually scared, and so did the quarter rests.
I was nervous since it was my first time trying to achieve a goal I really wanted. However, I was disappointed since I obviously didn’t make the team and didn’t do my absolute best. The second time after making the team I felt like I had accomplished something for the first time in my life and excitement for a new part of my life. During my first year on the team I still felt these same emotions for different reasons. I believed that even though I had made the team I wasn’t preforming to my best ability and when I was trying my hardest it still didn’t feel good enough.
Have you ever been so terrible at something—perhaps a class, a sport, a game—that no matter how many hours you spend desperately trying to improve your performance on such an activity, you still make little or no progress? If not, then props to you for being a superstar at everything you do, but if so, then the speaker in the poem “Practice” by Joseph Campana likely relates to you. The speaker talks about how he used to practice playing the clarinet a long time ago, but his self-seemingly unsatisfactory playing forced him to quit and now causes him to renounce the idea of picking up the clarinet again. In this poem, music functions as a characterization tool by playing a key role in the speaker’s past experiences, exposing his negative emotions and giving the reader insight into the speaker’s decision to abstain from playing the instrument he used to practice on a regular basis. In the first stanza of “Practice”, the speaker paves the way for the reader’s understanding of his attitude toward playing music by touching on his history with the subject.
They said how I would never be able to accomplish this because I couldn't learn the steps in such a short amount of time. They were jealous of me because of the work I had put in, and that their children hadn't done the same. I went on to learn 10 new steps in three months. Even though I didn't place at nationals, I was able to perform the dances to the very best of my ability, and I believe that that's pretty
When I found out that I had to libero for one of the biggest games of the season, I was dripping with drops of nerves. I never had a lot of experience playing on varsity and especially not the libero, because on B-squad I was the setter, which is two way different positions. I had two practices before it was game time, in both those practices I was shaking with fear that I would mess up and lose this opportunity. All the upperclassmen counted on me to do a good job, I was weighed down by all the pressure of everyone. I was expected to do just as good as the senior libero did in the past, I
Mr. Lanham explained how Donny was very noisy and disruptive in school, was always fooling around with his friends, and never responded to a teacher. From Mr. Lanham’s suggestion, Daisy started to check Donny’s homework assignments every night. Donny’s grades then rose to average grades but, the school called again in December to explain how Donny had been cutting classes, breaking into a student’s locker, and drinking. After hearing this, Daisy and Matt arranged for Donny to visit a tutor. The tutor was able to help with Donny’s behavior, however, not his grades.
Nobody understood why he wanted to always get the best grades,; he told them about how strict his mom was with his grades and anything below an “A” he felt like a failure. Towards the end of the movie he was able to share his story of why him of all people was in saturday detention. Briain confessed that he was failing shop class;, he only took this class because he believed it would be an easy “A” to boost his gpa. He felt so defeated that he brought a flare gun to school. The peer group saw how much Brian has to go through and it just shows that everyone has a hard life and not everyone is who people view them
My strive for perfection was dismantling me. It started with small things that eventually spiraled out of control. I began to take hours before deciding what clothes to wear, only to put on one of the same three outfits I always wore. I wouldn’t let anyone else use my pencils out of fear that they would turn my perfect eraser into a rubber shaped dome. Decisions became too hard to make and mistakes to me were worse than having a group of sharks slowly tear apart my body.
A few days later, the teams met up with the coaches. There were about 10-13 people on each team, and all of mixed grades from grade 6-8. I didn't really know anyone that well, so I just sat and listened as the coach talked and congratulated all of us for making competitive. Then we started practices that week, and the skill level to me was different then I had imagined from my earlier years of playing. the drills were much harder than I was used too, and I got very confused easily for what I was supposed to do.
The next four days weren’t that bad, we just had practice and continued to focus on the big game ahead of us. Win and move on or lose and go home, and in my case lose and that’s the end of your high school career. It’s a hard concept to grasp, you play for the same team for 4 years earn your spot and then you get to a point where it could be your last game ever. The game took place on March 12th; it was a Thursday at 6:30. I remember waking up for school that day extremely sick with a cold, I know it sounds weak, but it was really bad.
With practices ranging from four to five hours a day, each member puts all of their energy into their choreography. “Usually two to three hours before we compete, we have a quick rehearsal to have everything fresh in our mind. The team then splits into half, so one half can spin saber while the others practice flags. We spend about an hour and a half then move on to swing flag,” stated sophomore Jessy He when asked about how they prep for competition. Due to the long practices, the members are usually exhausted, but proud of each other and how hard they have worked.