Concert band has been a long rode for me throughout the seven years I’ve been involved in it. Fifth grade was when I started playing an instrument. The battle begins here because I wanted to play the flute, but my mom forced me to play the alto saxophone. The first three years of band is the time I struggled the most. I didn’t want to be in band and everytime I asked my mom to quit she would say no.
From the moment, “If you miss the next week of band camp, someone else will be marching in your spot,” flew out of my band director’s mouth and slapped me across the face, all chances of having the best marching band season ever disappeared. Freshman year was ruined. At first, I had no thoughts, no expressions, or feelings. Then a melody of “whys?” tried to harmonize with clusters of reasons, begetting a dissonance of buzzing in my head, “Why was I being punished for going on a vacation with my family? Why is this happening to me?” The mental chaos came to an ease and there was finally resonance in my thoughts.
Rudy decided to quit and that is when the custodian stopped Rudy and gave him a pep talk about not walking away from your dreams. Rudy had spent so much time working hard so that he could just get into the school. When you have worked so hard and got so close to achieving your dream, it is really hard to watch your last opportunity fade away. But the custodian knew that giving up was never the right answer. About two years ago I was a recreational dancer and all I wanted was to go onto the competitive team.
My mother kept breaking down into tears and my father kept comforting her, and I assumed that it was just a result of my behavior and that it wasn’t a big deal. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t really care what was wrong. I was blinded by nostalgia and I focused more on the people I had just left behind than the people who had been there for me for the entirety of my life right in front of me. The six hour drive home that followed was miserable, as I refused to talk to anyone. My parents made multiple efforts to begin conversation, as they were curious how the program went.
I had tried different sports; I didn't feel connected to the team, but when I started doing band I felt how every person matters and how they play affects the whole group and you don't want to let people down. The friendships I had outside band weren't as strong when we had less in common. When I started doing band at high school level I started to be friends with people I never thought I would be friends with, because I wouldn't have been spending that time with them. We are always there for each other and are like a little family.
The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore. The doctor also said that It's only going to take a few days. I was not ready for this because I had the most important audition of my life. The next day I went to school and told my friends about my situation. My friends included Lucas,Alex, and Maya.
After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible. I didn 't try enough because I already thought my grade was too far gone and that rolled over into the next semester. After the school year I was very disappointed in myself. I never have failed a class in my life but here I was applying for summer school. So I redirected my disappointment and decided to excel at summer school.
It went on for months but I never had the courage to speak up about it because, I felt that no one could help me. The bullying was getting worse so I felt it was time to stand up for myself. I stood up to the bully and she felt threaten that 's when trouble came aboard. She wanted to fight me, and at this point I knew I couldn 't fight at school because I would get in trouble. She kept teasing me, pushing me, and I would tell her to stop but it wasn’t helping.
After that moment I regretted everything I did and I had to go to the fire classes everyday. The fire classes were so boring and exhausting, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be there, because I knew better then to light a blanket on fire. But after a while me and my parents moved away to Woodbridge Virginia where I met new people, went to a new school, it was a whole new lifestyle. I never saw Paris again, I then learned a huge lesson at the age of 8, something I would’ve never imagined happened to me . Thanks to that moment, I now will never forget to use fire properly and not to play around with fire, it is no
Once she went home and told her father, he went out and bought the same pieces that were played in her class and worked with her to try and get her to understand, but nothing was working. This continued all her life, and she had to endure concerts and musicals that her friends and family wanted her to go to because none of them really believed her when she said that she didn 't understand music and that it was extremely unpleasant to listen to. What they figured out later, however, was that she had a form of amusia called dystimbria. This is where musical tunes are perceived as irritating or unpleasant noises. Another example of this is is a man who heard music as screeching car (Oliver Sacks).
Marching band taught me how to love again. A past band member who had actually been right in front of me for the past five years was standing on the sideline that night and somehow I believe that God placed him in my life to show me that my future is right in front of me. If it would not have been for my boyfriend waving at me one year ago, I do not really know how my life would have turned out. When Alex came into my life everything shifted, I actually had something to look forward to every morning I woke. Alex made everything better and actually took my mind off the fact that my parents were getting a divorce.
After all the warm-ups, the drum major dismisses each section to go onto the field to perform. Although the rigorous practices take up many hours, at the end of the day, the results are worth it. Each band member works hard and gives 110% when they perform. Freshman Julia Ma commented, “I think it pays off. All the hours we 've spent during rehearsals, it 's torture at times but it 's all worth it when you perform.” Sophomore Dana Cho added in, “Band members know that once they signed up for band, they signed up for not only total
That all changed though on one fateful day in November. I was in the 7th grade with a junior high director that had made band the most boring and drawn out part of my day. It didn 't like band was ever going to be fun for me, That is, until the day of All-Region tryouts. We had been working a little bit on our music and I had practiced a little, but not very much. Since band wasn 't that fun for me it wasn 't one of my man priorities at that time.
When I auditioned I was very nervous but it was nothing compared to the pain I felt of not making it two months later. 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.