Personal Narrative: Music Appreciation

Orchestra has always been one of my favorite classes to go to during the day. After choosing to play the cello in middle school, I continued playing the instrument in high school. It was in this class that I had made most of my closest friends, many of whom I still love to this day. I also loved how the rich deep tones that came from playing each note of the cello and how they were able to blend with the rest of the orchestra. I knew from my freshmen year that I wanted to get into the top class, Chamber Orchestra. I thought that I would have done everything in my power to get into the class, however when the time came I could not even bring myself to audition.

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.

In school I always had great group of friends we all keep one another in line. But it was my senior year and I had so many great plans of how it will turn out. So the beginning my school year was great until a week before thanksgiving I went on a trip to Disney World with my

My seventh grade year was NOT off to a good start. You know when you go to school on the first day your parents are always telling you to make new friends. Well that’s exactly what my mom told me, and her advice only worked halfway. You see, I had indeed made new friends. The only problem was that one them had some jealousy issues. It all started when I met her. Audra was a drama major. We had met in musical theater. We became friends so she introduced me to her best friend, Alejandra. The thing to remember was that Audra had strict parents who wouldn’t let her do a lot of things outside of school. That meant that whenever I asked her if we could hang out, she would say no. By this time Alejandra and I had become friends. Not close friends

No sooner than we came back with the drinks than one guy who I found was named Dan pulled out a baggie and rolled a couple of big joints. Those were passed around and it seemed like Jazz always had one in her hand as the guys kept passing them to her.

Soon after I had arrived at St. Timothy’s, Reverend Fran introduced me to the incumbent choir leader, Barb Knotts, and her husband Frank who was a Parish Councilor. I was hoping Barb would help me usher the choir through the upcoming reforms; however, both she and Frank were about to go on a two month vacation at their lakeside cottage. Until she returned home I had to work alone.

Graysen Chambers is my person. She is my go to and I can trust her with everything. I call her when I just want to talk or if I need some cheering up, but no matter what I can always count on her. Any time I’m with her, I don’t think there is a time when we aren’t laughing and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I also have some other friends, Kaleigh, Colby, and Lyndsi, that I have created so many memories with that I will never forget.I also have some other friendships that volleyball brought me, Ellie and Maci, and I’m so glad we got close. There’s never a moment when we aren’t laughing and they never let me be crazy alone and I’m beyond happy I met

Once you spend a lot of time with friends, there comes a point where they are no longer just your friends. They’re your family. I have spent years in the Marching Band Color Guard, girls have come and gone, but our team was always strong. My second year on the team we got the chance of a lifetime. We got the opportunity to march in the Rose Bowl Parade in Pasadena, California. With this opportunity at hand, many extra practices added to our schedule. We practiced every Saturday from 9 in the morning to 9 at night. We were practicing in freezing cold weather, spinning and dancing, freezing our hands off in order to get good.

Summer of 2016 was a very interesting time for me. It was the start of the first serious relationship I had and lead to the intro to new people into my life who would end up becoming some of my best friends. We had summer workouts for hockey and it was every day of the week besides weekends. Except it was Caledonia mixed with Kentwood, our rivals. There was only 4 people from Caledonia and 17 from Kentwood, the Cal kids were me, Davis Ziesmer, Hunter Fridley, and Nolan Lockhart. I had no idea who Davis and Hunter were, but I knew who Nolan was because I had previously played with him on a hockey team. From what I knew, Hunter was a jerk at school, and Davis was nice and innocent, and toward the end of the summer my girlfriend had broken up

My parents separated when my brothers were nine and seven, and I was five years old. My grandparents live on the same street and developed a close bond with us. They felt music would be a good outlet for emotional stress. Benjamin and Nicholas started taking lessons for piano and guitar. I started playing violin through my elementary school. As middle school was approaching, Nicholas was considering playing in the school band, but guitar would not be a suitable instrument. My grandfather’s friend, Mr. Phil, said we could borrow his saxophone. It was a Tuesday night in the year 2009. Nicholas and I rode our bikes down to our grandparents so he could test out the classic saxophone. He picked it out and blew pure cacophony in the air. I laughed as he grew red in the face from blasting squeaks and squeals. After he set it down, nodding his head pridefully from the noises he produced from this big metal instrument I excitedly asked if i could try. My grandpa was impressed with my curiosity and encouraged me to give it a whirl. I put on the neck strap and connected it onto the heavy instrument. Nicholas

After moving in I got transferred to Savanna high school. The first day is always hard for me I didn’t know if I would make friends or if my classes would get changed. I was in my third week at Savanna and I made a few friends Paloma,Julia,Wendy ,Destiny and many others. They are certainly nice people and I’m glad I met them this year. I still get to see my best friends which is indeed a great concept for Our friendship is stronger than ever we came up with a new routine every friday we go to either my house or her house and we just watch movies, go play basketball at the park, or do our homework together. I have come to realize that my best friends are a big part of my life I not only view them as my best friends but also sisters. Who knew they could make such an amazing impact in my life I know now what friendship is. Trying something new doesn’t hurt after

As Junior in Weslaco East High school, I come from a family obsessed with sports and competition. Sports isn't my cup of tea. When the time came to play sports I was very perfunctory. My family wanted me to play basketball just because the whole family did; basketball does not interest me.

In my junior year, I became friends with my best friends in the entire world. Brady, Kirstin, and I had almost all of our classes together, and we hung out every single day. We would say we were studying for physics or organic-bio chemistry. Sometimes we did study, but most of the time, we would just hang out and laugh uncontrollably for no reason at all. Fall of my junior year, I had to reconstructive surgery on my left ankle. I had two torn tendons on the outside of my foot, and a partial tear on the inside. I was in a cast for two weeks, and then a boot for three weeks. My ankle is fine now, but when I was in my boot, I got put under another time. One month after my foot surgery, I got my wisdom teeth taken out. It was a rough time for me, and I lost close to 15 pounds. I finally gained it all back when I was healed, but I struggled for about a month. Junior year, I also dated someone named Zak Floyd. We had been on and off almost all through high school. We finally started dating our junior year, and things never really got better. We argued about everything, but we were still best friends. We eventually broke up, but I think it was for the better. It was the week of second semester finals, and I was trying everything I could to get my AP Pre-Calculus grade up to a 93%. I ran out of time, and finished AP Pre-Calc with a 92.4% losing my 4.0. It is alright, though, because now I will be salutatorian. Between my sophomore and

In eighth grade I had a lot of wonderful companionships and acquaintances. Eighth grade was an okay experience it wasn’t the best but it certainly wasn’t the worst. During the time being there I made amazing friends mostly guys because girls are always into something that has to do with gossip. Either it was rumors or he said she said types of things. Anyhow one day I was hanging out with my friend which was obsessed with this one guy that didn’t even go to our school and by obsessed I mean she was practically drooling over him and she hadn’t even seen him in person. The weird thing was he lived in the same city as us but went to a different school. She told me about him and she bragged about him like was American’s next model. When she showed me a picture of him I thought he was alright but she thought he was smoking hot. Well she was obsessed with him let’s remember that. One day she came out of nowhere all upset to me and I asked her what was wrong and she told me she’d stop talking to him because he was a liar. After she told me what happened I just listened to her and was there for her while she needed me. The next couples days passed by and things seemed to gotten better with

My opening taste of music presented itself to me during the fourth grade, when the music teacher introduced the students to various instruments. At that time, my ambition to complete regular schoolwork came to be at an alarming low. Ordinarily, I left assignments unfinished because the only purpose they seemed to have was to bore. In contrast, the way these shapes and figures were manipulated to make melodies mesmerized me. Despite my apathetic attitude towards standard school subjects, I knew that my desire wanted to create music with one of those instruments. Of course, assimilating an instrument would never be possible without the guidance of my obliging music teachers. Nevertheless, I was nescient of the event that would affect my perspective of learning for years to come.