Throughout my 14 years of life, I have always been a musical child. At a very early age, I was exposed to all different genres and artists, from Gwen Stefani to AC/DC. I easily fell in love with music, enjoying it and learning it. Although I have always adored music and have been shy to express that to other people, in the past few years I have been more open to sharing my talent and my passion for it, with other people. (road map) When I started playing cello in fourth grade, I was very excited to learn a new instrument and to perform in an ensemble with my friends. I was second stand, second chair, meaning I was the fourth best cellist in the orchestra. I was happy that I was not the first chair. Despite my love for the instrument, I had never been upset to not be first chair. In fifth grade, I did not participate in NYSSMA and for the first half of the year, I was still second stand, second chair. Then, Dr. Perea, the orchestra conductor, decided we would be playing Smoke on the Water for our winter concert. There was a section of the arrangement that he decided to feature soloists within our orchestra. He had picked violins and violas to perform the solos, teaching them patterns and improv skills to play. One day after rehearsal, I realized I wanted to take part in the solos. I went to Dr. Perea and told him I had an interest in playing during the solo section. He told me he was excited to hear that I wanted to play, and so he gave me a key signature and sent me on my
Writing is not just marking letters, words, or symbols on a piece of work. My perspective states that writing is not just expressing yourself through words; in fact, it is mostly one’s expression; your emotions, thoughts, beliefs, etc. Correspondingly, according to myself, writing is extremely artistic and evocative way to reveal one self’s personality. Most important, I am in the creative writing class, because I desired to be in it, due to the fact that it is my passion, it is a way I can express myself thoroughly, and it makes me feel as if I am in a whole different world where I can reveal everything I desire.
Whether rooted deeply through generations of a family or formed through an experience, passions and fascinations are what drives us, humans, to be who we truly are. At this point in my life, I do not want to reach comfort or perfection, but rather feel composed and confident in what I chose to merge my ballet skills with. When I dance, I escape reality and feel a pure exhilaration.This sensation shapes my curiosity and interest in the human anatomy. From the elements that make it up to ways in which people individually move their bodies, the human body is absolutely fascinating. Specifically, I am passionate about teaching ballet to younger students. By introducing ballet to kids early on, they will experience the same joy almost all dancers feel for a longer period of time. When I’m dancing I’m challenging your mind, releasing endorphins, and working hard. I am also eager to own my own business linked with teaching that will provide people with affordable dance equipment, and even more crucial, advice on what suits each person's personal needs. I know as I grow old my body will not be as capable as it once was, but I’m dedicated to spreading my appreciation of ballet to others. Overall, my passion for ballet and how I can utilize it to positively impact society as an entrepreneur has developed through the inspiration of my grandparents, the creativity of my former dance teachers, and my interest in the human bodies relation to ballet.
There are so many things in my life, that I am overly grateful, appreciative, and thankful for. My family, friends, good health, a roof over my head, and being able to do the thing I love and enjoy most, dance.
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.
I trudged out the door in utter denial it was Friday afternoon and I was in an awful mood. For 7 years my mother had made it mandatory for me to take piano lessons twice a week. As a child, I adored practicing and the ethereal feeling I felt each time I played was truly unmatched. Although the pieces I played were classical and were no longer an interest of mine my teacher was a jovial young woman named Mrs. May. She enjoyed wearing floral patterned skirts, she had trademark wide-brimmed glasses and her soft, delightful voice always made me smile. Despite Mrs. May’s enthusiasm and encouragement, I didn’t have the same passion for music as I used to. My short attention span wasn’t helping and having to practice while also devoting time to soccer and cross-country meant my free time was practically non-existent. I thought about quitting but I couldn’t gather enough courage to tell my mother. So that being said I continued, lessons generally followed the same pattern unless I had a recital in the near future. In that case, they were demanding and strenuous. That was the case as in 2 weeks I had my largest recital where I would be playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven on top of a piece I had written with the help of Mrs. May.
Ever since I was in my mother’s womb, music was a part of me. Music was a part of me because of my dad. He has been playing the guitar and singing even before him and my mom even met. I remember listening to stories on how when my mom was pregnant with me, he would play music and I would kick like crazy. Because of this, music was in my blood. I felt destined to play music. Turns out music became my passion. Listening to music and eventually playing it became my everything.
My initial passion for science is where my ambition began but immediately after beginning practical experience, I became inundated with intrigue for medicine. The prospect of a career that will push my learning capabilities to the limit while keeping up with the endless advances that often forefronts modern medicine in the news, fascinates me. From the respected staff to the thankful patients, the versatility and reward of medicine as a subject has become the reason that compels me to pursue this vocational course where the aim is primarily to help those in need.
For the talent part of the event, I planned on playing Pirates of the Caribbean by Jarrod Radnich. My instructor tried to change my mind into playing a more classical piece for the judges. She said the judges would take points off of my score if I played this piece. I ended up in the same boat as to when I was 12 years old picking a piece for my festival. Again, I set out to achieve what I wanted to do. It took a lot of hard work and dedication to learn that piece because it was difficult. I also had to have courage to play what I thought would suit me best. I was up against other contestants who were playing classical piano pieces. It did make me doubt myself at some points, but I kept my goal. I played Pirates of the Caribbean and won the 1st runner up scholarship. I definitely proved my instructor
Music has always been a major part of my family and my parents were determined that my sister and I were well acquainted with music from a young age. Inspired by the sound of the piano by the time I was six, I knew that I wanted to learn how to play it. Fast forward to the first day of class, my teacher, Ms. Lilly, guided me through the school and into a narrow hallway that held five doors. Each door opened to a cramped room that each held a piano, a stool, and a chair. Ms. Lilly’s hand softly held my shoulder as she led me to the first room. I became excited to finally expand my knowledge of music, excited to be given the opportunity to not only listen, but play music, excited that I had the opportunity to inspire others. But I soon became apprehensive about the idea of playing in front of a crowd. I worried that I wasn’t ready to excel in such a complex instrument. I held my breath and sat on the wooden stool beside my teacher, my conflicting emotions, making me dizzy, but
The world is packed full of talented individuals. Every individual has something that can be considered a talent. Specifically, in musical theatre, talented actors, singers, and dancers are in abundance. But being “talented” isn’t what makes a successful artist. The industry has created a skewed vision of “success”. Many consider a successful artist to be simply talented, but I believe it goes beyond talent. One’s work ethic and character should be equally if not more prioritized than talent. Though talent is completely necessary, one must realize that as actors, we will encounter a multitude of contrasting roles, but the role we will play for the rest of our lives is ourself.
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.
My path to medicine does not follow a typical route. It was not until I was 25 that I found my passion for medicine. Shortly before then, I had emigrated from Australia to the United States. I saw this move as an opportunity to leave my first career, banking, behind. I had known for a few years that banking just was not for me. While I liked helping people achieve their goals, financial goals seemed rather shallow. After all, there is only so many houses, cars, boats, etc. that somebody can enjoy. I wanted to help people in a way that was more personally fulfilling, so I decided to train as an EMT shortly after I immigrated. I saw EMT training as a pathway to help people in what is often a time of their greatest need. However, it was not
Music has been apart of my life since I was born; everyone in my family had been a student of music in one way or another. As a young girl, my grandmother would wake me up with the sound of Indian Classical music on our cassette player. Music was a necessity in any car-ride; we would always sing along to something, whether it be English nursery rhymes or old Hindi music. By the age of five, I started learning to sing Indian Classical music and before long, I was on stage performing at our local festivals alongside my best friend. At the age of seven, I picked up the violin for the first time, going on to be apart of the orchestra in middle school, high school, and college. Although I have gained experience and confidence by performing
Hope you are well. My name is Mitchell, I fell in love with cooking and baking when I was a small girl. My mother was an excellent cook, her food was exemptio0nal and everybody who visited our home used to give her very good remarks about the food. Our neighbors used to seek her services to bake for them cakes for different occasional. Her cookies were very good and my friends used to visit my home just to get a cookie from her. She taught most of the things I know about cooking and I believe I learned from the best. I thank her for introducing me to cooking and baking.
Almost all little girls start their primary schooling years wanting to play school and wanting to learn. At home they act like they are teaching their own classroom and leading their group of students in front of them (most likely a stuffed animal), but their imagination, creativity, and eagerness to learn is at the peak when they begin their first day of school. Ever since that day I still want to be an educator and to make a difference in this field for the better. I have always found that the most intriguing thing for me in life is conveying knowledge and skills onto other people and watching in their eyes when the switch finally clicks that they understand what I have been trying to teach them. Knowing that the impact you made for just that short amount of time in that child’s life may never be forgotten.