Of course I was not lacking respect before marching band, I respected my parents, my teachers, and many others, but marching band changed my idea of respect for the better. In the band, like I explained before there is a copious amount of student leaders, and these leaders are constantly criticizing your marching, your playing, and anything they can in order to make you better. At first this criticism is very hard to take, everyone feels like they are doing their best, but then someone, only two years older than you, is coming around telling them that they are not good enough. It is very arduous to appreciate and respect that criticism however, that is something band teaches people. I never before believed that respect and criticism would go together, but now I understand know several ways that they do.
It was nearing the cut off date for schedule changes and I was thinking about quitting band because it wasn’t fun anymore and it was a parasite that was leeching on my free time. I decided to head down to my counselor 's office to drop band. After my visit it was official, I quit band. I didn’t feel different but within the next few days I felt like I had all of this free time on Friday nights because I didn’t have to play at the football games anymore. On the the day I dropped band I still had to go to band class; while there I was silently telling myself that this was my last day in band.
It was too difficult because I have always been unpunctual. The unpunctuality is a terrible habit that everyone can have. Finally, I could get my music accomplishment when I left my pride because in our life people want to help us to achieve our dreams but our selfish way to act makes it impossible. In fact, in order to get my music accomplishment, I had to develop myself personal and professional.
“It’s all about putting yourself in a man-meeting situation where you can⎯⎯” “Mama,” “I say, just wanting to end this conversation,” “would it really be so terrible if I never met a husband?” “ Don’t. Don’t say that, Eugenia. Why, every week I see another man in town over six feet and I think, If Eugenia would just try…” (Stockett 66) Skeeter goes against her mother’s wishes and society’s expectations to get married in college, even when everybody is pressuring her to go out on dates and eventually get married. Skeeter does not get married and she actually finishes college, which is very rare and something that white women don’t do in Jackson, Mississippi. She isn’t like her friends that dropped out of college to get married, even though that’s what her mother wanted her to do.
It became clear that my music taste made me stick out like a sore thumb. I didn’t mind having a peculiar taste in music, still group discussion in class or outside brought to my attention that many steered away from rock music due to the common misconception that the genre was devil worshipping music. Of course they were just that, misconceptions. It couldn’t be true, not when Front Porch Step is aching over a heartbreak in their song Drown, with lyrics like “Well if I ever cross your mind make sure you write down the times/ so I will know the moments I was eating you
I took the failure hard with all kinds shenanigans with negative thoughts and feelings. That sad day I walked in the band room after hearing those announcements on the intercom with a heavy heart. I cried like a baby playing while playing in band class. I felt that was the end of everything because I knew the clarinet was the only true skill and passion I had outside of academics. After all that frustration and tear down of my self confidence, I took it upon myself to change my attitude and develop another instrument interest.
Not to get into trouble. I was thinking that my parent didn’t trust me, even knowing am going to be home after the concert and they let my brother go last year and this year. That whole week I stayed at a friend's house, so my parent wouldn’t know. I also had to stay away from my brother, if he saw me he would tell my parent. But he did end up seeing me at the Luke Bryan concert.
Everyone has their own passion, mine is music. I love listening to music whenever I have a free time. I used to think that music was the right career for me to pursue, but as I grow older I realized that it was just a dream. To be successful in the music industry one must be hard-working and must practice a lot. I knew I was not that kind of a person.
One of the biggest pieces of this song was that I’d never again let someone else hold the pen and write it for me. I learned that other people who acted like they were my friends really were not. They were just hoping my song would never be published. I learned that songs could be happy and that I could write notes for hope of new beginnings and happier tunes. Most of all I learned that in the hardest times you can always have your family singing your song with you.
My coaches wouldn’t like it if I rotated practices, or couldn’t make it to a game or meet because of the other sport. Even if I did make both of them work, I wouldn’t look very committed to my coaches. My parents also want me to focus on getting good grades, which would be harder if I were playing two sports at the same time. Many aspects have and will continue to change in my lifetime. Change is inevitable.
“The goal isn’t to live forever, but to create something that will” Selena Quintanilla started her singing career at about the age 8 to help support her family. Selena’s family didn’t have much money to begin with but her father saw her potential. The family business had failed and caused them to go bankrupt. They lost their home and moved in with relatives in Corpus Christi. Since losing the family business there was no income and Selena and her siblings singing was their only income, Selena lost many days of school because of the band and she dropped out after finishing 8th grade.
The Audition I remember the exact day when I made the Rummel/Chapelle Band. I was feeling so nervous for my audition because I did not know if I was going to make the band. One reason why I tried out for the band was because my sister was in the band for four years and I wanted to follow in her footsteps. Also, I tried out because I love playing the baritone and I have been in band since I was in fourth grade. When I first walked into the band room I got so nervous, because I was hearing other people warming up and I was afraid I was not going to make the band.
“Sarah Nowak -- Scenic Artist” I have always been a follower, whether it be because I was afraid of screwing up and everyone blaming me, or just not wanting the responsibility; I do not know. That changed, however, when I joined my school’s theatre program as a set painter. I began there as a follower, too. Suddenly, for the second winter show, there were no leaders available for paint crew, so I became one. That was my first taste of leadership.
Elbert Hubbard once said that “A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn into glorious success.” In ninth grade, I played trumpet in Concert Band, the slower-paced band class for lower-level musicians, but I made it a goal of mine to make it into Honors Wind Ensemble, an audition-only concert band. I auditioned for Wind Ensemble at the end of ninth grade, but sadly didn’t get in because I was nervous about playing in front of someone. At the end of tenth grade, I thought would be guaranteed a spot for eleventh grade, but my nerves got the best of me again, and I was put in Concert Band for another year. Determined to make it into Wind Ensemble my senior year, I decided that something needed
But before she died she taught me alot i didnt see her at all but on the phone we would talk a lot and when we did she would talk to me about life her life in particular and about my grandpa who died when i was 3. When she died a month before my mom was devastated when she got the news about her grandma being sick since to her she was like a mom. So my mom wanted to go back to see her, she knew if she left she wouldn 't be able to come back but she was willing to risk it. My grandmother called us and she explained to my mom saying no matter if she came or didn 't there was no way she was going to get better and she was right. She died soon after that but because of her I realized sometimes even on our death bed we have to make the biggest sacrifices ever.