College Admissions Essay: A Career In Music

I stood up in front of a hundred curious, gleaming eyes. “Hey guys,” I began, “I’m going to show you why the trombone is the coolest brass instrument ever!” I immediately whipped the slide out and performed a series of sequential glissandos, each one with more vigor than the last. That morning, I was performing with my school’s jazz band at the KIPP Elementary Academy in Philadelphia. Over a decade passed since I had last stepped foot in a Philadelphia school, when I attended the James Dobson School in kindergarten, yet the cozy gymnasium and the children’s crisp uniforms instantly evoked memories of my childhood. But one thing I did not remember from the past was having the opportunity to experience jazz at a young age. Thus, I desperately wanted to display the awesome power of brass instruments that is the soul of jazz music and inspire the kids to partake in the timelessly euphoric journey of music that I am blessed to have taken.

When words fail, music speaks. Music starts off as five lined, four spaced staff. The four spaces spell out the word face, F.A.C.E., which are the names of the notes. The five lines stand for: Every Good Boy Does Fine. Most people think an artist just write the words down, makes it rhyme and POOF!!, You have yourself some music. Although this is true, music has thousands upon thousands of creative steps you must take. There is a lot more to music, and a lot more I’m still learning though.

I began playing the trumpet in the fifth grade. Back then, I loved playing the trumpet. We had band practice at the end of the school day every Tuesday and Thursday, and I looked forward to those rehearsals every single week. I loved it because in elementary school, the directors didn’t care about my tone quality. They didn’t care about how talented I was. They couldn’t care less whether or not I practiced. I loved it because it just gave me an opportunity to socialize with my friends more.

“Why would someone join chorus? Only nerds and weird people are in choir.” Hearing comments like these when I was in middle school almost discouraged me from participating in the arts. I did not want to do anything that would make it more difficult to achieve popularity, for I was obsessed with trying to fit in with my peers. My chorus teacher knew how irrational it was for me to think that and convinced me to try out for chorus. I am forever grateful that she did, for joining chorus allowed me to express myself, connect with others, and create memorable experiences.

Outside of medicine, I spend my leisure time dancing and choreographing. My love for dance and music stems from my early childhood. I recall listening to Disney songs and “choreographing” dance moves – moves that appeared as uncoordinated, but exquisite loose wiggles. As a result of my parents’ high expectations and strict upbringing, dance was an important activity because it served as a safe haven away from the stress and pressure I felt as a child. Dancing was, and is still, my source of joy and amusement.

When I was younger, I loved to watch musicals on our small tv at home, especially The Sound of Music. I would sit for hours, watching it over and over. I learned all the songs by heart and would walk around the house singing “Doe a deer, a female deer” over and over until I was blue in the face. Finally, my parents took me out to see Hairspray on Broadway. Throughout the whole musical, I kept asking my parents where the music was coming from and after the show, they took me down to the pit to meet the orchestra. From that moment, I wanted to play one of those instruments. I realized that even though pit orchestra isn’t the most focused on the element even though it wouldn't be a musical without it.The music sets the mood, foreshadows and tells a

I came to realize that playing music can bring someone great fortune. I had no plans for the future, no goals, nor dreams before I starting my path in music. I never wondered without direction. But one day, good fortune came to me. A fortune I would have never of thought of. It was The Gracias choir and music. I was thinking to myself “I have never been so happy nor have I had so much enjoyment to live. To have an open mind to people around the world by delivering my heart threw my music. It looks like a dream!"

Ever since I was a young kid, I was extremely fond of music. Music was all around me: on the television, in school, at the store, and especially in the car. Not only did I love to listen to music, but I loved to play it as well. I am not saying I was any good at playing music, because I was not. But to a young child, hitting their hand on anything could be music, and to me it definitely was.

Music was my entrance into the world of writing. When I didn’t have access to books, listening to songs such as Beyoncé’s “Irreplaceable” and Raven-Symone’s “This Is My Time” helped me get through the many days in middle school where I was bullied and isolated myself from everyone. My social isolation led to my first bout with depression. As I kept to myself, I wrote my own songs, pouring my heart into each and every word. However, fully perfecting the craft was difficult because I did not know how to perform the music I created. Fortunately, there are organizations that enable children to learn how to play instruments, and one of those organizations is Hungry For Music.

I don’t always write letters of introductions, but when I do, it's in Composition class. Now when I think about myself I tend to think of a few things in particular. The first of them being photography and video directing/editing. Over the summer, I got a new camera, a Nikon D3200. It's fairly nice so I use it quite often. I take pictures of mainly my friends. We've gone to places like Swiss Valley just to take pictures. I've even had people ask to do photoshoots and senior pictures for them. Also, now that I have this new camera I'm starting to make movies. I own a video editing program called adobe premiere, it's very nice and fun to use. So now my friend Connor and I are trying to make movies. But we don’t exactly have a ton of time to do

Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the

I was born and raised in Bronx, New York. Some people might know “The Bronx” for the famous Yankee Stadium. Where “Jenny from the block” came from otherwise known as Jennifer Lopez, The Bronx Zoo, or where Hip Hop first started. I would say that all of that culture would play a part in what career path I have chosen. When I tell people what my future goals are they always look at me with a funky look. To most people, I am not the girl you would think would be in uniform on a boarder. My short term goal is to prove them wrong and continue to be much more. Going back to the beginning of February 11th of 1996 would be taking it a little too far. Fast forwarding to around the year of 2000 would be just fine to start my story. When I was younger

When I was fourteen, my choir teacher told me I had the vocal ability of a twenty year old. Rising from my stomach, bubbles of pride mixed with confusion. Because I was so young, the praise felt unbelievable. That conversation began an avalanche of pressure that forced me to choose between two parts of myself. Consequently, starting in the fall of ninth grade I began the struggle between my love of singing and my love of my religion.

Music, it's a part of everyone's life. From childhood sing-a-long songs, to garage grunge music, and everything in between music is everywhere. Growing up with an extremely musical background it was in my genes that I would become a musician. Playing music has helped me become the person I am by being a release for my anger, broadening my future and make new friends..

Classes that I will need to take in order to achieve my goal of being an electric engineer are courses in mathematics and physics. Math classes that I will need to take are calculus, algebra, and trigonometry (summary). My main interest is electrical engineering and all of these things do sounds quiet good, except the drop in employment rate in 2014, but my interest also lies in mechanical engineering which is not all too different.