Personal Narrative: For Those About To Rock

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

Although there are many objects and things that can define my culture, I believe that my music taste, my language and my manners makes me who I am today.

These past three years in the band have had an incredible impact on my life. Although it all started in 6th grade, when I first picked up a flute, I feel that I have grown more in these three years than I have in the total of my 6 years in band.

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 just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

I have loved music since I was born, it has always been there for me. Although I love all genre of music my favorite has to be country music. You can interpret so much from one verse of music. From kindergarten to fourth grade I was in the school talent show singing. I loved getting on that stage and showing people what I could do.

At the start of the semester I had become more aware and grounded in my voice. In my everyday life, I would notice if I was holding my breath. The reason for this was because over the summer I had to stand-up to one of my shut-up judges, my dad. The incident was extremely emotional, and I coped with it through the use of my actor training; instead of checking out and holding tension, I chose to breathe deeply and stay grounded. This allowed me to speak up even when I was told to shut-up. This awareness of breath was developed through necessity rather than choice. I had to be strong. My strength didn’t only come from being grounded in my breath, but it also came using breathe to stay present in the room. The use of breath also allowed me to go into my body and release the build-up of emotions. As a result of these experiences, my voice was able to drop more consistently to my lower resonator rather than my typical chest voice.

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

What I would call the perfect day is going to a twenty one pilots concert. In the afternoon, my dad and I would drive to Denver to redrocks, where the concert it is going to take place. It’s very hot and damp on the drive to Denver, and the sky was a cloudy gray. We finally made it to Denver and there’s only two hours left until the concert, I could hardly contain myself. We make it to the venue and there is a big line of people stretching around the building. Its five o’clock and they open the doors and I find my seat and it’s in the pit, the closest spot to the stage. The show should be starting in a few minutes.

This “short cut” may have lessened the mileage, but it sure did not lack hardships. The ‘Hole in the rock” route lead to months of unimaginable pain and trials, not to mention the 1800-foot-deep Colorado River gorge to bring their wagons down. Few pioneer companies demonstrated more courage, faith, commitment, and endurance than this one. No pioneer company ever constructed a wagon road through more inhospitable, unforgiving, rugged terrain. This faithful group of 250 men, women, and children, with their 86 full-sized wagons and over 1,000 head of livestock had been called to embark on this journey to a new life in San Juan, Utah and they would- No matter the cost.

When I first joined the band, I was a quiet, emotionless guy. I didn’t have any close friends in the band either, so honestly, I wasn’t having the best time. The people around me always seemed so happy to talk to others, and it confused me in a way. But then when band camp rolled around, people started to talk to me, so naturally, I began to respond to them, and eventually I began to start conversations for myself. I was a whole lot less awkward as days turned into months, my stuttering was reduced to almost none, I'm pretty loud, and I'm pretty friendly too.

As I picked up this foreign object and gently placed its mouthpiece to my lips, I began to play. Upon playing a coarse note, the sound of the trumpet reverberated throughout the room while fruition enveloped me, igniting a newfound passion. I was captivated by this skill, as it had become a unique means of expressing myself.

The cafe was at capacity, but I knew right away it was Sunny. He wasn’t yelling, but I knew it was him. His low booming voice could pierce through the chatter of a room full of people. I turned toward the direction of his voice, hoping to get to him before there was trouble.

Majority of musicians and other performers usually come to a similar breaking point when their first performance comes around; stage-fright. It usually occurs on the “first” performance of some sort. For me, it changed my life, and i could never know how that one feeling of worrying that you didn’t do something right or that you might mess up at a certain point could change someone if it was about doing something you love.

I have always found myself to be a bit of a loaf, or as my mother would like to say “lazy.” Now, in reality I am not that lazy, but with a demanding schedule, research, and the unforeseen complications of having a girlfriend, I do not seem to find time for myself during the week. So, when the weekends come, I like to sit back on my reclining sofa, with a cup of soda on my left hand, and watch movies. But, one day I looked in the mirror, and I saw myself as out of shape. I immediately packed up my clothes, and decided to go to the gym. As soon as I entered the gym, I became instantly nervous. It was that same type of nervous as going to meet your girlfriend’s parents for the first time. I thought to myself, could I really do this? I had to get myself