Personal Narrative-A Concert Analysis

As a child, I decided to try my hand at the cello. From then, I traversed the vast world of music, and satiated my relentless

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

On Christmas when I was eight, I watched my cousin play Jingle Bells on the clarinet. It wasn’t amazing- she had only started learning the instrument a couple months before the coveted performance-, but despite the mistakes and harsh tone, it convinced me to try the same instrument as soon as possible. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long: the next school year, a nearby

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

I love to fish it is really fun. It is 1:00. I grab my fishing poles and my fishing bag. I get an my bike and ride down to my pound. Throw some bread on my hook and cast it out there. My brother said to bait the water so I threw some bread in. All the fish were eating the bread. The bobber twitched a couple times. I set the hook the fish is on the hook. I get the fish on land grab the fish get it unhooked. Then I cut its gills and it dies.My brother said eiw thats grose. Then i wash it off in the water.Then i cut the bluegill into three pieces.When i cut the guts The fish eat the bluegill just for the guts so I put a piece of bluegill on the hook and guts and cast it out. My hands smelled like fish they felt all slimey and they

Music isn 't just what I do, it 's who I am, and who I’ve always been. I play twelve instruments. Some fluently, some only a singular note or, maybe a song. This all started out in sixth grade when I could not decide what instrument was best for me. I started out my first two months of middle school by switching from instrument to instrument. I began with the oboe, and a week later, I changed to percussion. Only then, did I attempt to play all of the brass instruments-- and I mean all of them-- trumpet, french horn, tuba, trombone, and baritone, you name it, and I’ve probably played it. Next, I moved on to all of the woodwinds, flutes, clarinets, and all of the saxophones. Again, I cycled through the percussion instruments once again. Finally, I decided that I would rather play notes on a staff than beat something with a stick. I was forced, by my very irritated band teacher, to pick one of the two that I was better at, the alto saxophone or the trumpet. Two completely different musical instruments in two completely different musical families. Of course, as an indecisive twelve year old, I could not pick. Mr. Deneen, a woodwind player himself, chose the alto saxophone.

M’s office the first thing I noticed was how small it was. The room was stacked with music, a piano and desk in the corner, and a line instrument on one side of the room. She welcomed me in asked me to sit down. She then showed me the instruments and told me to pick any of them to try. I did as she said but none of the them seemed to work with me. The trumpet felt to small in my hands, all of the reed instruments sounded horrible, and don't even get me started on the flute. Growing tired of this process my eyes wandered around the room. Eventually they settled on an instrument hidden in the corner. It looked like a tuba, but was much smaller and just seemed so lonely. I went over and picked it up. I asked Ms. M, “ Can I please try this one?” She looked at me and smiled and said, “ Of course, that's the Euphonium. It's like a tuba in the regards that it plays similarly and serves as part of the backbone of the band, it's sound though is much more similar to a trombone.” I lifted it up gently, the cool smooth, shining brass fitting perfectly in my hands. Slowly I started to play it. I'll never forget the sound that came out. Sure compared to a more refined sound it was terrible, but it was the sound of a student who had his instrument. Immediately I chose it and walked out with it. When I brought it home my family joked that it sounded like I was playing the noises of a whale mixed with a foghorn but I loved it all the same.

I’ve had Kind of Blue on repeat since the day we introduced it in class. There’s something aloof yet optimistic about it. I think it’s Davis—no, it’s definitely Davis. The trumpet is eternally pensive—inquisitive, perhaps lost. And the piano is calm and steady. The whole work (I listen to Flamenco Sketches as I write this) seems… content with searching. Lost in time and space and yet comfortable.

“Let’s go guys, If you don’t hurry i’m leaving without you!” Mom said. So were walking down and we see the baby in the stroller. While we walk out the phone starts ringing. Mom told us “Stay by the baby.” She runs back inside and answers the phone. 5 minutes later our aunt pulls in the driveway. We all started walking. We go down the very long path. We see a very large dog. When we got up towards the dog we got to pet him.

I wanted to start a business. Sitting in my windowless basement office, across the hall from my state-of-the-art quantum physics laser lab, I decided I was going to start selling my services as a professional mentalist and hypnotist.

Before the beginning of this year the most dance I had done was a student run dance club at my old school that was only for fun, but I hadn’t ever done a full year of structured classes. Looking back to the beginning of the year I feel like I progressed extremely far with my knowledge and experience.

It has been a long time since I have challenged myself to fulfill something out of my customary schedule. Bringing music closer into my life, would be something I would thank myself for in the future. I have been playing the guitar since I was twelve, and when I was younger my brother had taught me how to play the piano. However, I have had a piano sitting against a wall in my room, and it has now been four years since I have played it. So, for the past twenty one days, I have challenged myself to re-learn the piano. Throughout my process, I found many similarities and differences between learning how to play the guitar and learning how to play the piano.