My Love Of Art

Curiosity, undoubtedly, is one of the universal characteristics of a child. The innate desire to explore and understand comes just as naturally as eating and sleeping. For example, I was eager to discover how my mother was able to play such enchanting melodies on the piano. While she methodically pressed each key, I observed as the corresponding hammer struck a set of strings to produce a pleasant sound. My curiosity and the love of music sparked my desire to learn the piano; thus, leading me to learn and ceaselessly play for the past 12 years.

Ever since I was a little girl I would sing everywhere, in the bathroom, the car, at school, and at parties but my favorite spot has always been in the shower. I would never sing in front of my brother, he would always tease me about my voice. Being teased made me feel like I wasn't good enough. Because of that I stopped singing for a while. At that time, I didn’t know what to do singing had been part of my life even before I even came out the womb. I've been told my aunt would sing to me frequently. I felt completely at lost, I was unidentifiable with myself. I need music in my life.

History has been my constant and my comfort for my entire life. My mother always encouraged my love of history, telling me stories about King Henry VIII, the War of the Roses, reading me the little house book, or buying me all the books I wanted on the simple subject all throughout my childhood. It has become my love and my passion and whether or not I become a history professor, I will without a doubt go into the field of history. I might do archaeology and combine both my love of history, and my joy of bones and dead people. I would have to study Anthropology to become that though and whilst I do enjoy that, I worry I will become too invested into that field and become a simple doctor. I know I would be happy to teach the

It seems like from the moment I could walk, I have had a love for dancing. When I was little, every chance I got, I would perform in front of my family. Whether I was singing, dancing, dressing up, or pretending to be a model on the runway, I wanted all the attention on me. When my mom put me into dance classes, I instantly fell in love with it, because the whole time, I got to do what I loved the most: perform. As the years went on, dance became something I was truly passionate about, and the lessons I learned from it began to change me. Those lessons and the ones I am still learning from dance have had a huge impact on me, making me into the person I am today.

I was born and raised in Hialeah FL, Miami Dade. By the age of 4 I was playing baseball for my local park, following my older brother’s footsteps like any little brother would do. By the age of 10 I was one of the best baseball players in my division. It was my favorite sport and hobby right after going to work with my dad in his big red Tow Truck. I attended Mater lakes Highschool and middle school, it was about fifteen minutes from my house on a good day of traffic. It was a very tiny school that eventually grew but continued to be small due to the number of students. School was fun but working with my dad was better. It created a love for cars that to this day is still alive. Working on cars, selling cars, and buying cars was something I’d see my old man do daily. He had so many cars that it got engraved in me that one day I will own my own collection. By fourteen my old man was already teaching me how to drive manual cars. By sixteen he bought me my first car, a 1998 Jeep wrangler Sahara edition. The green monster was lifted on huge mud tires and the coolest part, it was manual transmission. I loved taking it to school every day, it was a blessing I will always be thankful for. My love for cars grew so dramatically that by senior year in high school I had already six different cars. I loved it, not just owning the vehicle but also doing my research about it. Reading, and learning about cars is something that I found captured my attention and made it easy for me to

Nothing had influenced my life more than the beauty of science. The subject is just so fascinating and really catches my eye as it helps explain virtually everything around me, it helps me understand why such things are. It is extremely captivating and always makes me eager for more learning and understanding. However, the real experience lies in the unknown, the regions of science where research stills needs to be done, where more understanding needs to occur, where science can be used for the well-being of the planet.

I like kids but I don’t want them. Me liking kids lead to the enjoyment of me wanting to teach. Seeing a child grow and learn is very special. My love for kids and wanting to help others is my reason for wanting to be a teacher. Being a teacher could fill the void of me not wanting kids being able to return them after a long day. Being able to affect someone's life a very young age. Not being able to give my full attention would be selfish knowing my job revolves around other kids and their needs. I really do like kids. The way I like kids, though is very specific and short term I was able to experience the joy of teaching at a young age. I was able to introduce lesson plans to young kids between the ages 3 and 4 impacting their life and

I was born and raised in Sudan, which located in North Africa, and I enjoyed my childhood there. I spent most of the time outdoors exploring the environment and interacting with different the creatures around me, which fostered my curiosity. When I was seven years old, my younger brother suffered a second-degree burn that affected a large area of his body. He was admitted to the hospital and spent 14 days in the burn unit. I was fascinated by the doctors who took care of him, and their ability to ease patients’ pain and cure their illnesses. Since then, I have admired and respected doctors and decided to become a passionate doctor myself. My love of medicine grew with me day by day until I finally enrolled in the medical school.

Granddad I blame you, I blame you for everything that had happened to our family year. I blame you for all the heartbreak and the tears that my family had cried. You were supposed to be the “head” of our family but, no you let me down, you let every family member down. I have been holding in these feelings for years but you are getting older and so am I. I’m trying to forgive you. I want to forgive you, but first I need to explain to you what you did to me.

I like to describe myself as a bubbly person; I am definitely a glass half full kind of girl; I love sunny days, the color pink, and peppy songs. At the same time I love pretty much anything girly, working with kids, history, reading, animals, hair, makeup, and talking about the Bible. My family has always discussed everything, and I guess that's where my love of discussing things comes from. I am the oldest of five kids and have two brothers, and two sisters. Mckinley is 15, Savanna is 13, Lincoln is 11, and Abel is 4. I have been homeschooled my entire life and enjoy a close relationship with my siblings and parents. My Dad is a state farm agent, but he spends his extra time studying hebrew, and my Mom is a full time homeschool mom and wife/super woman extraordinaire. We live in Davenport, Iowa right on the mississippi river.

Music is the most important thing in life. Or at least it is to mine. I play the violin along with a couple other instruments I taught myself. I went to the Denver School of the Arts for high school to play in their orchestra. I plan on studying music in college. Almost everything I do is connected to music, but it was fairly recently when I first started becoming really devoted to music. There are many kids who are born being an amazing musicians, but my passion for music had to be grown over time.

In my life, I have always tried to find things that make my life more joyful and peaceful, and there really are three things that I can think of to best illustrate my love for peace and joy. The first is the willow sapling that, to me, represents the joy of my childhood. The second is the guitar that I first learned to play on, that represents my love of music and the peace that I get from it. The third is the postcard I brought back from New Zealand that represents my love of travel and adventure and the joy that it brings me. These things are the most important to me because they remind me to always seek joy and peace in my life.

When I was a little girl, under the influence of my mother, I enjoyed reading. Especially, I liked to read some fairy tales, which increased my curiosity about the world and encouraged me to be a brave girl. Then, I tried to paint some pictures from these stories. These involvements inspired my love of painting. Since then, the passion for art has continued to now. Therefore, experiences from my childhood have a deep impact on my personal values, which are adventure and learning. And my passion of art allowed me to develop more professional knowledge to be an arts manager.

Many people are on their own route towards what they consider receiving or claiming an education. Whether it be a formal or informal education, we all approach obstacles that keep us away from a direction we may have our mind or even our heart set on. In this essay, I will describe my experiences in which my education has brought me close to losing my temper and self-confidence.

I have so much to be thankful for in this world but, I think my family is the most important. Till this day I don’t think I could have made it day by day without my family. I believe my love for my family is important because they trust each other, support each other, and are always there to help when needed. I believe these four virtues of family suggest why my family resonates as the most important because of support, love, builds on shared memories, and reinforces responsibility.