My Love Of Music

Nursing is a very rewarding field to work in, but it can also be very difficult. The field requires the nurse to be able to care not only for their patient, but also reassure the family of the patient that their loved one is going to be alright. This can be rewarding for the nurse when everything turns out good for the patient, but if things do not turn out as planned it can be difficult. I have felt drawn towards medical professions my entire life. I help my mother take care of both my father and grandmother. My grandmother suffers from Alzheimer’s as well as a debilitating lung disease. My father was in a motor vehicle accident that left him permanently disabled with a spinal cord injury when I was two years old. If it had not been for great nurses and doctors my father would not be here today. As I grew

Flurries of snow roiled in motion under the command of capricious, roaring winds. I stood and marveled at the sight as my eyes traced the white balls thudding against the ground and architectures all at once at exactly the same speeds. Particles of snow danced in joyful synchronization in mid December of ‘05. This was my earliest recollection. This was the day I left my family 12,678 kilometers away to come to the United states for the pursuit of a better way of life. I remember sitting on a rusty old bench on the first day of Kindergarten. The sounds of children at play echoed from the playground, stomping and running and laughing. None of the worries of adults crossed their minds, only how to elude capture by their friends. The rhythmic creaking of swings went back and forth, and some kids tried to time their jumps from the swings to the rhythm. I was one of those children growing up who would pry open a brand new remote control car to pull every component apart than play with it. I surmise this is where my love of engineering truly began.

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.

Felsenfeld takes his readers on a journey from being an uninspired teenager, into the world of an adult “rebel” composer. Although Daniel was in piano lessons at a young age, he just couldn’t seem to spark an interest in the classical music that was being put in front of him. He continued the lessons through high school, and only had enough skill to make minimal money in piano bars and orchestra pits. Daniel regularly hung out with a friend, Mike, whose house he would go

Ever since my years in elementary school, I have had a love for music. This love developed in middle school where the notion of teaching music came to me. In high school, I knew the profession that was right for me was music education. After graduation, I began my journey to my calling by attending Shepherd University.

“In my head, I’m just me, and yet when I go out into the world, people don’t see certain things about me.” (Sanna, page 29, paragraph 8) I’m the type of person who see things differently in the world as I construct my own opinions. As cheesy as it may sound, I like to believe that everything has a reason behind it; and that everyone has a purpose in life. Growing up, I never explored much of the world, but I felt that I didn’t needed to. From my parents' wise words to things I witness on television, I imagined what the world was. The only thing I truly knew was that I was surrounded by the love of my family and our furry companions. My childhood is something that shaped me into the person I am today.

Everybody wants to find their perfect other halves. I'm here to tell you, it's not always where or even when you're looking. Sometimes love shows its glorious face when you're least expecting it. I just so happened to find it in a barroom and it changed my life forever. Even though I never thought I would be in another meaningful relationship and I tried to "hook him up" with my friend, Jordan has become, not only my significant other but my best friend and soul mate.

My love of being in a laboratory started with my increasing interest in science when I was a child. Being from a single parent home, we did not always have money to purchase toys or do activities; so most of my younger days were spent outside and in the kitchen. During the daytime, I would catch insects, frogs, small fish in the stream behind our home, or help my neighbor on his farm. My neighbor taught me various things about the forest; he showed and named all the trees, edible and poisonous plants, what time we could harvest such edibles, taught me how to clean fish. One of favorite lessons he taught was where the best place to find salamanders. At night I would spend my time in the kitchen doing at home experiments, such as leaving an egg in vinegar, making slime, or a baking soda volcano. However, as I grew up and attended school, I became unsatisfied with my science courses. I wanted thorough explanation of why things are the way they are. Once I enrolled in college, I was excited at the endless possibilities that awaited me to reach my goals.

Love is that crazy feeling that everyone gets to experience at least once in their lifetime. From a young age, we are taught mainly by Mexican parents, that having feelings towards another individual meant getting “cooties”. (A children’s term for getting imaginary germs from another boy or girl by either touching them, kissing them, or holding hands.) However, getting “cooties” never had a real meaning. Well, at least not for me. I was a kiddo that was unique. Ever since I was young, I was always being told, mostly by my parents, that love was the best feeling that you will ever get to feel within you. I’m guessing that neither one of my parents got their heart broken because they never told me that love could also break you. That’s what happened with my first love. The first I fell in love with, and the one who broke my heart. Experiencing affection towards another individual and having my heart broken was the time I learned something new.

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.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve had a deep love for art. Whether it was painting, drawing, dancing, music, acting, or building and designing, I was completely into it and I wanted to know everything and anything about it. As I began to grow up, I also started looking more deeply into it and doing more historical research to learn about different types of art, techniques used, the way artists think or what their creations mean, and what inspired them. It fascinates me. When I was 4, my dream was to become a painter. I would wake up early in the morning to watch Bob Ross paint and buy art kits, sketchbooks, paint, brushes, coloring utensils, craft supplies, or anything else that I could get my hands on. I was obsessed.

My life has always been boring. It’s always been the same things again and again, but without my music, family, friends, and my daydreaming, I would never have a chance to at least try overcome my problems such as social anxiety. Without those things I probably wouldn’t be able to do things like die my hair wacky colors.

Sitting down at the table, ready to dig into our delicious Thanksgiving dinner, we all exchanged concerned looks when my mom brought out the turkey. My mom wanted to host Thanksgiving a few years ago, thereupon she worked like a super hero days prior in preparation. She was very worried because she had to juggle work, along with getting ready for Thanksgiving. Everything was ready; my family was gathered around the table, but when we cut into the turkey it wasn’t fully cooked! My extremely understanding family all helped cook the turkey while we poked fun at my mom. Everything ended up being wonderful because of my fabulous family. This is just one example of why I have a tremendous amount of love for my family. I have many memories that have given me marvelous childhood memories, all thanks to my excellent, supportive family. My supportive parents, my witty brother, and my two loving grandmas are a huge part of my life and the most supportive people I know!

I feel like i'm out of my mind. My world keeps spinning off course into darkness, problems, losses and feeling alone in my world. I feel myself drowning. Who can relate? I just don’t wanna be here anymore, i just wanna kill myself. I’ve been praying for someone to love me to take me into their home to accept me who i am. I want to find a reason to live to till the end. I want to find a lover to be happy for once in life. I don’t want anyone to be disappointed at me for being who I am and what I prefer in life. I feel myself moving in this world, traveling to find someone searching each corner, inch per inch, trying my best in life.

Throughout most of my life I have had one consistent goal; to become a veterinarian. I have had a continuous and solid passion for animals in all respects. This passion and love has fueled my in striving to achieve the dreams I have for myself after high school. The beginning of this story begins long before high school though.