Rugrats-Personal Narrative

It started when I was in the 6th grade A Man by the name of Mr. Williams showed up to my school and presented us with instruments out of all the ones he showed us I picked the clarinet for the start of my musical career. we only met up once a week but I did learn how to play and read all the basics. I continued on the clarinet for 2 more years but,I switch to saxophone in my second year of Middle School. it wasn't very difficult to make the switch because the saxophone and the clarinet are both woodwind instruments. The only difficulty

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.

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing a woodwind or string instrument. If I played a woodwind instrument I would have to blow in it to make music, but string instruments are played with a bow to make music. After much thought, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it has a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are never-ending. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony.

I don’t remember if it was my choice or my parents, but in 5th grade when we were given the choice to be in band, I was very anxious to start. We got to meet with Mrs. Jones and try a few different instruments before making a decision. My top three choices were percussion, trombone, and clarinet (only because my sister had played it). I tried the clarinet first and thought it was alright, but not my favorite. I tried the trombone next, and while it was difficult, I really wanted to keep trying. I also tried percussion- she just had me keep a beat on my leg- and I thought percussion may be difficult for me, but I still wanted to do it. In the end, Mrs. Jones decided I would be best fit for the clarinet, mostly because I could use my sisters and not have to buy a new instrument. I was happy with the choice, mostly because I was excited to be playing anything!

Anyone who has ever been in a high school band likely knows about the trumpet player stereotype: trumpet players are egotistical, and they are always trying to outdo one another. I know that stereotype well because I am a trumpet player, although I did not always know that I would gain a passion for music the way that I did. I was initially unsure of what instrument I would play or if I would even enjoy being in band. When I joined band at the beginning of sixth grade, we were allowed to try playing various instruments to determine which one we wanted to learn. The trumpet and alto saxophone were the first instruments to stand out to me, so I tried playing the trumpet first and was able to produce a fairly reasonable tone. On the other hand, I tried the saxophone, and it yielded what I described as a "farting noise" at the time. Aside from my sixth grade humor, I decided that I wanted to play the trumpet, and I have never regretted that decision.

The clarinet has been a key part of my life for the past eleven years, and will continue to be important to me for years to come. In elementary and middle school, I tried dabbling in theater and singing, learning who I am and finding the confidence in what I do. Despite wanting to expand my talents, it is always the rod of black plastic, metal keys and a bamboo reed that whispers in my ears, calling me back. Time after time music calls out to me, like a limb I cannot live without.

I can remember the moment when I decided that I would become a musician. I was at a summer music program that I didn’t really want to be at, sitting in a room that was filled with the scent of insulation. I was sitting on one of the many blue cushioned chairs in the room/. The instructors went around the hall, asking other children how old they were and what instrument they played. Everyone seemed to know each other already, chewing at the bit to be let on the stage to grab their preferred instrument and play the little music that they already knew with their friends. I felt left out, as I didn’t have an instrument that I could call my own. When the instructor finally got to me, he asked my age, name, and what I played, just like he had to

As a kid who wasn’t very athletic or artistic, my options for clubs and classes was kind of slim. So, naturally, I turned to music. I had joined my elementary school’s band in 6th grade, my only obstacle was to choose which instrument to play. I was caught between an alto saxophone and a flute, two completely different instruments, and I of course chose the one more difficult to carry. When I started my saxophone career it felt like more of a chore to practice than it was enjoyable. Soon enough, I started to practice on my own instead of having to be told to do so. I have now been playing the saxophone for 5 years, falling in love with it as the years went by. My favorite music to play on the saxophone is jazz, the energetic feel to it makes it interesting to play and listen to. This instrument has brought me a lot of good memories, I can’t wait to see what else it has in store for my future. I’m almost glad that I wasn’t athletic enough to make any of the teams, because if I would have I wouldn’t have picked up a saxophone.

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

In sixth grade I decided to join band at the middle school. This made a difference in my life because it would decide which friends I would have in middle school. So every Thursday and Friday after school I would ride the bus to the middle school just to play band. The instrument I played was the trumpet because it looks easy to play I mean come on it only has three buttons. The first day of playing it I got one very unsteady note out. I wanted to get better so I practised at home mostly everyday to sound better.

Most people can relate to what they call “Friday Night Lights.” Whether you played, coached, cheered, or watched a high school football game, you know how exhilarating they can be. As a high school student you felt like the coolest kid ever wearing your jersey to school and getting asked a million questions about the upcoming game. The feel of football is so different from any other sport. You sit in a locker room blasting music getting pumped up. Once you run onto that field and see hundreds of people in your schools colors jumping up and down screamings there 's no better feeling.

Like most during grade school, I was exposed to a number of different musical instruments. My older

Two actors screamed as some unknown horror pounded on a door that was the only exit to the room. They huddled together in fear as the door started to cave in, when a scream echoed across set. “Cut!” yells the director from a far corner of the room.

Long before I played the oboe, I played the saxophone. The oboe was not a well-known instrument and I only saw it once in an elementary school assembly. Though the saxophone was a nice instrument, I found its sound not satisfying enough. In sixth grade, my band teacher asked me to play the oboe and I said, “Sounds interesting!” and without knowing it, I had just let myself embark on one of the bumpiest journeys of my life.

The instrument I chose was the Cornu. The reason why I chose this one was because I thought it would be similar to the cornet, which is just a smaller version of the trumpet, and I know how to play the trumpet. But, it is actually similar to a tuba; it’s just very skinny and doesn’t have any keys. When I first heard it, I thought it sounded like a very bad french horn, but when it’s played by someone who actually knows how to play it very well it sounds like a brassy, harsh - but clear, horn sound.