: My Personal Experience To My Experience

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

The orchestra performed passionately and precisely with perfect synchronization. The dramatic crescendos and decrescendos really brought out the emotions of each piece. The first piece performed was called “Don Juan” (1888-1889) and started off fast paced and suspenseful. Composed by Richard Strauss (1864-1949), the piece had a lot of dissonance within it. There were times when the piece would slow down gradually then suddenly speed up, returning back to its original pacing. Each instrumental section could be heard precisely and no one section overwhelmed another. The conductor stood out the most during the performance and excellently controlled the pacing and tone of the piece. His exotic movements seemed excessive at first, but I began to realize that he was simply passionate about the

On Friday, November 06, 2015 at 7:30 pm, I attended the conservatory orchestra concert conducted by George Rothman that was held in the Whitman Theatre of the Conservatory of Music of Brooklyn College. There were four pieces of music during this concert. The first piece of music was “Belshazzar’s Gastabud” (Belshazzar’s Feast), op.51 by Jean Sibelius. The second piece of music was “Le Tombeau de Couperin” by Maurice Ravel. The third piece of music was “Le Festin De L’Araignee” (The Spider’s Feast), op. 17 by Albert Roussel. The last piece of music was Symphony No.1 in D major, “Classical,” op.25 by Sergie Prokofiev.

I think that the performer’s ability was appropriate for their location and for their audience because the tone quality of the musicians sounded very rich and clean. When I listened to the performance, I was able to hear all of the different parts of the piece clearly, which has made me much more conscious of the balance and dynamics of each phrase when I play. The texture of the pieces played was very rich and full because an orchestral piece is designed to have a good balance of instruments and good range of frequencies of sound that has lots of different things happening at the same time.

The concert took place at Alice Tully Hall, a Lincoln Center concert venue. It is not as large as Lincoln Center’s opera house, but still a sizable space and it was quite full. The audience was comprised mostly of older adults, many of whom were probably aficionados of classical music, or of Lincoln Center shows in general. There were also some students there to support their classmates, some of whom were talking loudly behind me about how they had fallen asleep at the last show “Jeff” had conducted. There were also likely some family members who were supporting specific students. For example, I noticed how important the night must be for the first violinist and her family as I watched her shake hands with the conductor, and later the viola soloist, this was the culmination of years of work. Then there was me, who did not really fit into any of the other categories of audience members. Fortunately, it was nothing like a high school show where someone might notice you do not belong. It was professional.

I will start by saying that this has been one of the by farthest emotional roller coaster semester I have been through since beginning of school. I came in thinking it would be a smooth ride, but then I realized that adding more field hours is challenging despite of having only three classes. Also, it still is hard to manage the workload from grad school and my own personal life. Nonetheless, I also feel that this semester has thought me a lot about myself and strengths I carry.

When I was young, every adult I met told me, “Don’t be in a hurry to grow up!”, and I told them I was not. Though I looked forward to my freedoms I would achieve as I became older, I usually enjoyed being a child to the full extent. There was no other time in my life that was full of pure happiness; but one minute I was five years old, spread out on the living room floor, tearing through the Target toy catalog and circling everything with a black marker, the next minute I was seventeen, smiling sheepishly while my parents’ friends ask where I planned on going to college.

The water was hitting my face, as steam blew of my body, I changed the hot water to cold. The shower was refreshing me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the hardships and obstacles I faced to get to where I am now. The vivid images of all the negative things I went through and a few positive were filling my head. I couldn’t stop comparing the past to the present I was in right now. Even though I lived through a lot of crappy periods in my life, I ended up learning that through pain we gain hope. All my problems started in elementary, the place I considered living hell.

In this past assignment that I made was that i need it to make some community hours. At first i was only doing this because of the grade that i need in order to pass the class, but when i was accomplishing this i had made a lot of memories that i did not think that i would be able to do it. What the professor told me to do was to accomplish only nine hours in the past four months of school. So that means that i did not need to make a lot of places in order to achieve this hours. What i decided to do was to do the hours very quick, so i only visited two places. In one of the places that i went i did three point five hours and in the other place i made five hours. One of the places that i went was the palm fest that was going on in the civic center in Mcallen, i never knew that this place was happening for year so my first time going to this place was serving my community hours. It was cool because not only did i experiment this event that i did not that existed but i also was excited to know how everything work inside this event. This was also cool because it was like a latino thing, for example, there were a lot of mariachi band performing and one of those mariachi band i had the pleasure to be part of them. People that went to this event was mostly happy to know about our tradition as latinos. Aside of performing with the mariachi i was inside playing with the kids, what they need it to do was go to all the station that were inside the building and collect stickers from

Transitioning from a teacher in training to a student was possibly one of the hardest things I have done. I really struggled with keeping my mouth closed when a child was not behaving. In my math class, I noticed that though there wasn’t a lot of physical activity most of the other students were eager to participate. My math teacher kept us engaged by having us walk through the homework and constantly walking around. Because she had the students walk through each of the problems, it was easy to follow as a student. When anyone had a question she would have us walk her through what we did and find the discrepancy. My teachers flow was smooth and she made sure we understood her expectations for the Unit One math exam.

I think that all of my lifes experiences even the hardships have defined how I've grown and matured. I've been told my times that I used to be a crazy, hyperactive kid growing up. That I used to not be able to sit still and constantly got into trouble. Some of the stories of I remember and some I think we're a little exaggerated from the truth. For the ones I do remember are the ones that I will remember for my whole life. Such as the times I would come home with bruises and cuts from day camp or the one of the many times I was sent to the my pre school's principal's office for causing trouble. Or the scar on my forehead that is constantly reminding me of my past self. And I wouldn't want any of my past to change, because it has taught me many lessons. Eventually as I got older my personality definitely was shaped by the friends I hung out with. My class in middle school was noticeably split up into those stereotypical school groups: athletes, gamers, gangsters/ delinquents,and the misfits. I spent my middle school time as a part of almost all of the groups. At the beginning I felt like being part of the athletes would make me popular, but I soon found out most of them were too full of themselves. I like playing sports and winning along side my teammates, but they stayed known as my teammates and not friends. Later I starting hanging out with the gamers and it was probably the most fun I had during my middle school years. Most of them became great friends of mine and I

In this paper, I will illustrate my personal experience within the past few months by using my individual creations—i.e. dreams, active imaginings, and a few paintings. This experience is an ongoing process that allows me to look at the images carefully, take note of my feelings, journal freely, reflect, and analyze my creations and process using basic Jungian concepts, ultimately noticing the changes in myself.

I am from a small rural town populating roughly 1000 people, grew up with loving parents, and an otherwise ‘normal’ life. A lot of things in my life changed when I was a young teen, and these experiences have largely impacted the person I am today. My family (i.e. both parents and sister) are all Christians, although I identify myself more as an Agnostic. Because of this and because of my experiences, I have become a very open-minded and empathetic person which I believe are strengths I have in communicating with others. Although I have grown a lot in my ability to communicate effectively throughout the years, there are certainly still areas where I am limited in which I will discuss further in the paragraphs below.

Friday September 13, 2013 was my worst experience ever why? Cause it was the day I lost my mother she decreased about 4 years ago on Friday September 13, 2013 she had an asthma attack furthermore it’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. It was hard for me when I first find out she had passed away in yet I was still young and still in Middle school, but I knew my life was about to change by cause of losing my mother will change the way I see the world. I would characterize my mother's as a beautiful, well-educated woman. My mother’s carried me for nine months, gave birth to me , she was the first person I have seen when I opened my eyes, fed me when I was hungry, didn’t get no sleep for months when I woke up in the middle of the night crying, change my diaper, watched me smile every time I seen her face, she saw me when I first started to crawl, when I took my first step, said my first word. She was always there when I needed her, especially when I was sick. When I was cheerless she was always there to make me laugh. When I needed advice she was the only one I could talk to rather than my father. She was a strong, loving, and caring mother who I always knew that was on my side, she would do anything for me and my brother and give us the perfect nurture that made us the women and men that we are today. She was the most lovely women I ever knew moreover, she always was a big part of my life and now that she had left me I can’t talk to

Waking up in an unfamiliar classroom full of strangers sure is an interesting way to start the first week of summer. My eyes peeled open as I looked over at my phone...6:30 am?! In this moment, I felt confused and misplaced. My phone had said it was 6:30 am on Monday, June 21st. In the span in about 5 seconds, I had so many questions for myself. Isn’t it summer? Why am I being woken up right now? I opened my eyes fully and looked around my sleeping space. Hold on a second...where am I?! I peaked around the room, saw air mattresses lining the floor of a school classroom, and saw my best friend sleeping in the mattress next to mine. I finally made the connection. It was my first day working in my Mission Trip group!