Personal Narrative: One Fine Arts

Like almost every other 3rd grader in my elementary school, when the enrichment program came to talk about joining the orchestra and band, I was fascinated. I admired the kids, not much older than me, who could play their instruments flawlessly and effortlessly. Immediately I knew that orchestra was for me, and I rushed home with a paper in hand begging my mom to let me take lessons at my school. Originally, I wanted to play the cello and pleaded with my mom to let me play one; I loved the deep, rich sounds of the strings. Instead, my mom convinced me to play the violin, a less expensive instrument and much easier to carry around than a cello.

My mind can never be quieted. I am constantly thinking of moments or ideas or fantasies. What is all this dreaming worth if I cannot share it with the world? That is why I have gone on a quest to find an outlet for my thoughts. It has not been a process that has been traversed with ease, but through this journey, I have found many pastimes that have helped form my thoughts and beliefs.

When it comes to my passion most don’t understand it the way I do. For the past three years my passion has been lacrosse. Since I was a freshman at Sandalwood High School my interests for the sport have grown and my devotion and commitment have reached new limits. Most people don’t understand lacrosse, they just know that it is a sport “with sticks and stuff”, and while I don’t take offense to ignorance; sharing my passion with others is never a burden. Lacrosse is one of the biggest parts of my life as of now and I believe it will continue to be for many years to come, but there’s more to the sport than most people know. Lacrosse has a history behind it older than any other sport in America, as well as the fact that as of now,

I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.

I was in music class when my teacher, Mrs. Umberson, had kept on telling me to join the Phoenix boys choir. I'd always come home with packets about how to join and audition packets, however my parents didn't really know what to say. I listened to music but didn't really care about it, never really shown interest in music, and I didn't have a very good voice. So when I was coming home with Phoenix Boys Choir flyers my parents didn't know why I wanted to do this… But they said sure.

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

But once I joined, the class went too slow of a place for me, and I quit. Then in fifth grade, I joined band because I loved music, but that wasn’t such a good idea because that class went at a slow place again. In sixth grade I joined orchestra again, and here I am, writing this essay for orchestra in seventh grade.

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

At this point in time, there was a fire burning in my bones to fight back and prove that I didn't need friends and popularity to make it through school. I needed music. Throughout the last three years of middle school, music became my best friend. It was an escape into another dimension where there was no loneliness, no pain, and my favorite, no bullying. Unlike many other activities in my life, music had no time restrictions for me. I could lose myself in it and never have to worry about having to

Music has been an integral part of my life since I was old enough to appreciate it. My mother’s family loved music enough that her father, brother, and uncle were all musicians. One of my favorite things about growing up in my house was that instead of watching television we listened to music. I have always loved to sing so I joined choir the moment I was old enough to and I stayed in it from elementary school to high school. I also started playing the piano in elementary school, but I stopped when I began high school because I was too busy and I have always regretted it. Although I am not involved with any musical groups on campus, I still have a daily relationship with music. I have found that is important for me to listen to music every day because it gives me a chance to escape my mind and focus all of my attention on the good places, memories, and emotions that the songs evoke.

There is no concrete way to guarantee that I will change the world. I know that I’m not going to end hunger, or cure cancer, but I feel the changes I can make are also important. I’ve always been impassioned to change the art world. Currently, almost every aspect of the art world is male dominated, from painting and sculpture, to modern mediums such as programming and conceptual art.

An accomplishment I worked hard to achieve was my first Musicianship Exam in fourth grade for piano. My piano teacher had decided that I was going to do the Musicianship Exam instead of Junior Festival that year. Because I had moved at a quick and steady pace, my piano teacher at that time, Lillian, let me skip to Level III on the Musicianship Exams list. I was particularly excited about the Exams and nervous at the same time because I have never done anything like this before and I wanted to win, to conquer it.

When I was in third grade, I was asked to join a performance on our community wherein my friends and I were to perform an interpretative song and dance number. That experience was bliss and priceless to me. Little did I know, that would be the start of something great.