Narrative Essay On A Journey

I got my first guitar when I was 11 years old. (When the addiction began) Even though I wasn't very good, each new thing I learned, pushed me to learn more. No amount of skills and knowledge was enough, and it still isn't. The more I learned, the

I have a goal to learn to play several of them. My favorite instrument is the saxophone, but the saxophone is not my favorite just because I play it. Mainly, I love the saxophone for its mellow, smooth sound. The vibrant, jazzy noise is unlike any other instrument. The golden, brass instrument is the like the sun, it stands out and shines bright. Another instrument that is equally important to me is the guitar. The organic, warm sound that escapes the guitar is melodic. I’ve only been playing guitar for a couple months now, but I love the beautiful sounds I have learned to play. I can’t wait to get better at playing those instruments and move on to others

Throughout my life, I have been taken by music. However, it was not until my 8th grade year in middle school that I realized that I could be a musician for the rest of my life. Before that, music just seemed like something to keep me out of trouble. I wasn’t the best player at that time, and I still knew very little about it all. How could something like that ever support someone? Still, it was the only talent that I could find any success in, and it was still very enjoyable, so I wanted to still give it a shot.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve observed people playing music around me. My family is musically inclined, which I believe is the reason I’ve been drawn to it. In 2006, I began taking guitar lessons but I never had much interest in playing. Things changed in 2009, and I wished to be different. I wanted to be good at something so I began to teach myself guitar and have stuck with the guitar until now. In 2010, I began to play on my church’s worship team and I enjoyed it very much. I have now been a worship leader for the past four years and it’s something I love to do. I love it so much that for the past two years I have gone to Camp Electric to

In the first grade, I picked up a clarinet. It was my sister’s, collecting dust while waiting for me to play it. From the moment I produced my first sound, an ear-piercing squeal that frightened my dog, the path of my life took a turn for the better. I began teaching myself for the following three years, along with learning from my sister how to properly play the beautiful instrument. The music pushed me out of my comfort zone: concerts that forced me onstage, tests that made me play difficult songs, and teachers that pushed me to be an exceptional player. From the shy elementary school student I used to be to the outgoing band member I take joy in being today, music has shaped my everyday life.

I learned two instruments my Senior year. This experience has taught me that if you are truly committed to something, you can achieve it, even if you didn’t start young.

Music has always been integral in my life. During my childhood, when I was four years old, I pressed my fingers on an oven handle like a piano. Throughout my childhood years I listened to my mom’s old-school mix CD’s, along with the Pandora music app on my old Kindle. In fifth grade, I picked up the piano. My alto saxophone studies began in seventh grade. When high school arrived, I turned my focus to guitar and voice. The more knowledge I absorbed, the more knowledge I craved. My decision to pursue music was also influenced by the inspirations I’ve encountered on my journey so far.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

Growing up on a small farm in Purmela, TX, I was a shy kid with big dreams. My family all played musical instruments and we would go to my grandpa’s house often. Besides church, it was there where I watched my dad spill his sorrows, achievements and stories through his songs. With my grandpa on the fiddle and my cousins on various instruments, they would play on his back porch for hours upon hours. To a 10 year old kid, that back porch seemed bigger than the Grand Ole Opry. I loved to listen but it wasn’t until I turned 20 years old, that I picked up my first guitar. My dad surprised me with it one afternoon, and his exact words were, “you better learn how to play this thing”. So, I did and six weeks later I wrote my first

Ever since I was five years old I have had an interest in playing the guitar. For my sixth birthday my parents got me a small and cheap acoustic guitar. I carried that thing with me everywhere. I treasured it. Even though I did not know how to play, I pretended I did and my family had to suffer through the horrendous noise.

Over the summer I went to Nashville, Tennessee for a missions trip with my youth group. During the trip, I experienced many awkward and embarrassing situations that I wish I didn’t have to live through. Even though there were powerful worship services, memories made, and friendships formed, the week was pretty hectic. There were three particular incidents that really stick out when I think of Missions Trip 2016. These incidents include an atrocious crew and crew leader, a flirtatious man, and a scary church where we stayed.

Ever since I was a toddler, music has always interested me. From requesting to listen to the jazz station on the car radio while driving, to picking up the saxophone for the first time at ten years old. I became engulfed in music. I started out taking lessons at twelve years old on bass guitar and was taught theory simultaneously within these lessons from my instructor. At age sixteen, I began playing guitar and singing.

As I continue my music-filled life, I spend my free time (outside of practicing clarinet and sax) teaching myself guitar using the wonders of the internet and YouTube. I am always interested in a challenge, especially musically, so learning guitar would expand my musical knowledge. I would set a goal, and if I do not achieve my goal that day, I try again next time. In addition to guitar, I became interested in the trumpet, and started teaching myself that as well. Throughout my life, I have achieved my goals through independent learning, which has given me experience for college/adult

Ludwig van Beethoven once said, “Music is the electrical soil in which the spirit lives, thinks, and invents.” Although not everyone can be the next Beethoven, learning a musical instrument can be an enlightening and fun experience. Many people who have carried on the hobby of playing a musical instrument into their adulthood started when they were young children. Starting practically anything when you are young allows you to develop in a different way, both mentally and physically, and you begin to discover your passion. Whether the hobby is a sport or cooking, it is almost a guarantee you will be highly skilled as time passes.

My journey the day I left my home country in search of a better life was not as pleasurable or exciting as I expected. Although it was not a long flight, the accumulation of unexpected vicissitudes during the trip made my dream of traveling an absolute nightmare. Not only my sadness to be leaving my family behind, the uncertainty to fly alone and for the first time, or my inexperience with the procedures at the airport contributed to this calamity, but even my neighbor on the plane added his bit of sand in the affair. All this situation was such traumatic to me that I even considered never daring to fly again.