Why, you ask? This feelings only comes around when there is a new honor band or it’s chair placement time. My failure is never challenging myself enough in band in order to get better. 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.
I have homework to do, and this marching band rehearsal is just a waste of time. All of the thoughts that went through my head before the band’s first Friday rehearsal reveal how I did not understand the greater purpose of each individual rehearsal throughout the season. On Fridays, the band practices for an hour and a half before playing at football games. We went out to go over the first movement of our show, Skitzo-Circuso-Phrenzia, to perform at halftime at the game that night.
We quickly had to find our next best passer, for that next week’s big game, and I was next in line. You will never know when you will have to step up, and when chances like this will arise . You always have be prepared, otherwise you might miss your chance. 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 played that song so much and so often I had it memorised. As the song became easier I played it faster. Soon the song was almost not recognizable because of how fast I was playing it. My teacher stopped me in the middle of my song and gave some
In this day and age, being on time for school is a thing of the past. But to be honest, the night before I was having the time of my life going through all 13 seasons of Grey 's Anatomy. In any way, shape, or form did I know that I had a stack load of homework to get done for the next day. But lets cut to the chase, it was a 4 day weekend which meant catching up on both sleep and netflix. Even though time was of the essence, I procrastinated the whole weekend to get the homework done.
After auditioning for my first professional show, I spent a week convincing myself that I wasn’t going to get the job and that, if I did, I wouldn’t be able to handle performing forty shows to 750 people every night. So, of course, when I landed a role in the show, I was terrified that I would make a fool of myself onstage, make no connections with my cast, and destroy my career in theatre before I even started. Nevertheless, I decided to face my fears and dedicate myself to the production so that I would grow as a performer and a person while creating art that preserved the culture of Calgary. “A Christmas Carol” at Theatre Calgary has been a fundamental part of Calgary’s culture for over twenty-five years, so my performance stakes were high.
Initially, I would choke up and do everything I could in order to get out of taping and having to face the fact that I was not the best at it. Eventually, as I practiced in my free time and put my all into the task, I prevailed and finally got to work with the athletes on that level. Knowing that I was capable of aiding athletes throughout the seasons has made me feel as though I was doing something for the greater good. “Take the initiative in all that you do.” Working with different people daily can get busy- duties can be mixed up and often, time can slip away while one is in the middle of a
As a student and an athlete, time management is very significant. I have to balance my school work with cheer practice, which is a very demanding task. Having practice three to four times a week until nine at night, I had to prioritize. My mom had always told me, “School first, sports later.” I have fallen victim to not putting in time and effort, and my achievement was either not how I wanted the outcome to be, or I didn’t achieve anything at all.
During marching season, our Saturdays were consumed with band competitions. Because of the competitions, our practice times were every day during band class and every Monday afternoon. During practice time, we would have to go through a plethora of repetitions. If we did not do our best when we practiced at a particular part of the show, our band director would make us go back and do it again.
I knew that I should get to work on it when I took theatre because stress and nervousness on stage is probably the worst thing I experienced. My teacher took the class through meditation exercises. I did this in middle school but didn’t really feel the effect until I was older how much more helpful it was to me. Learning about the key ways of dealing with my stress really did help a lot. I did lots of meditation at night, especially the night before tests.
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.”
I’ve been working and taking care of myself for the past three years since I moved out of my mother’s house at age 19, but ever since I became a student athlete things got tougher for me. Sometimes during the week I would have games for the whole week mostly weekends and sometimes during the week days of school. I would have to miss work and go to practice because of games the next day, or I would have to miss practice just because I was short on hours for the week. With so many hours missed at work comes issues with bills and rent payments, I try to as much as possible to pay my rent on time, but sometimes I struggle with payment because of insufficient
“Adoption” is the first word in my family dictionary, a noun that defines my life and how I live. My parents adopted me when I was 13 months and taught me how my heritage defines my identity. Through heritage camps and adoption conferences, I came to accept my Chinese background as the dual part that defines my life in America. Outwardly I represented a model Chinese-American student, yet I loathed the stereotypical mold.
When I began playing trumpet I had no idea it was gonna be hard I thought it would be easy as pie but I figured out it was a whole lot of work. The first few weeks of class we had to learn how to buzz our lips into the mouth piece which was very difficult. After we learned that we started playing the trumpets and we sounded horrible. But after practicing and hard work we sounded amazing and now playing is my awesome talent.
All my 8th grade classmates and I sit on the cafeteria floor at Daniel Wright Middle School, giggling and staring at the gigantic screen. A slideshow plays. Often mortifying pictures of our younger selves appear with our names. I recollect all the vivid memories from middle school and earlier, like when my 5th grade teacher accidentally threw a snowball at one of my classmates. My friends and I sit together, hollering when we see each other on the screen.