It took me eight years to learn that I loved the violin. I started in first grade, but after a few years it became a chore and I just played it to fill my music requirements. A lack of effort caused my practicing to be lazy, my technique to be horrible, and my playing to be subpar. Even when our middle school teacher pushed us to excellency for the Heritage Festival in seventh grade, I could not help but dislike every minute spent practicing. In other words, it did not seem like the violin was for me. When eighth grade rolled around, I only had one year left. Making it through one year did not seem so bad. I remember a few weeks after the winter concert when I shuffled into orchestra class and was shocked. “The spring seating charts are posted,” informed my friend Kyra. “Let’s go look.” “Well it’s not like there’s going to be a major change,” I replied. Usually the same people got similar seats each concert. The better musicians in the front and consequently, the rest of us filled up behind. “Congratulations!” exclaimed my friend, Kate, as we approached the chart. “On what?” I asked, bewildered. Questions ran through my mind. What did I do? Did I win something? Was I moving up a stand? Kate pointed to the paper. …show more content…
I went one note at a time. Then a measure. A whole line. The entire page. To my wonder, I was not bored. Taking the time to focus made playing the violin seem new again. It was as if I had discovered a secret world chock-full of new things to explore. All of a sudden, my surroundings were a blur.There was just me and the rich, resonating vibrations of my instrument. I played with fervor, as if to gain back all the years passed. As a result, my nostrils were engulfed with the earthy smell of rosin, the tips of my fingers were raw from holding down notes, and my shoulders ached, but above it all, I heard the music. The music that I had never adored before had
6th grade, and I was saying hello, and now 8th grade has come and it’s gone from introductions to goodbyes as my last days as a middle school student wind down. 8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this.
Why would you ever want to be?! Is mainstream violinist what you want to be? Do you can to blend in with everyone else and not stand out? Violins are the smallest instruments in the orchestra. Who wants that tiny thing? It’ll get lost easily because of that size! They are the most played instrument and tend to have a large group of players so your sound will probably be masked by the others. Many times violists start on a violin because it’s a smaller size, but then change over to the viola as they grow older (that’s because we’re amazing). The violins are also the self-centered instruments because they always want to have the melodies and they think they’re the best when in reality they aren’t. OH! When they are played wrong, it is one. Of. The. Worst. Sounds. Ever. They sound like dying cats on that E string if they are out of tune! I can’t imagine anyone would intend to play
Nothing lasts forever. Everything, whether good or bad has to come to an end. But people do say that sounds and voices do not die. Melodies we hear in our life lives on for generations and ever after. No matter who we are or wherever we come from; in whichever situation we were in, at some point of our lives, we have come across certain melodies that still live in our heart. And I am no different from others. There are certain musical pieces that have not only influenced my life, but have made a significant impact to change me for the better.
“Do you understand the impact of your music and the magnitude of influence that you had for many?” I said excitedly hoping for a reply.
I believe music, of any genre, can control a person's mood, create memories, and even inspire or change somebody. I believe this because of how music has changed my life and helped create me into a happier, more social person. When I Was younger I was very shy and socially awkward, I could never connect with other people and although I wasn't depressed I also wasn't happy. This all changed when music came into my life and I found music that connected with me and helped me face my problems, or music that was fun and just made me forget about my problems.
The obstacle I had to confront a problem my freshman year in high school. I entered into orchestra class to learn the basics of playing violin. I use to play before, but I forgot how it was played. Our teacher gave us a book to read called the “The Inner Game of Tennis.” Told us to look through it and find the deeper mean towards the book. I found it interesting that he gave us a book of tennis theme. The thing we should focus on is the position of our finger patterns and note names.
I can’t touch music, but it touches me. I cannot exist without it. Music surrounds me and envelops me. The music isn’t just background noise, it has power. The lyrics beat and intensity can fill me with angst, sadden me, pump me up and help me relax. Music is life and it has power. It helps me delve deep into my personality and individuality and has helped me discover a more introspective side of myself. However, it wasn’t always like this.
My fingers ran in a blur over the black and white keys, hitting the right notes at the exact moment—it was mindless work. The chords struck true until the end of the piece; once I finished, it was time for me to repeat.
We did so much, and it went by so fast, faster than any other previous year, and I wish it hadn't. My favorite part of this year was all of the trips. We went to Philadelphia and saw amazing buildings hundreds of years old such as the liberty bell and independence hall. We visited the Preschool down the road, and I made a new little friend. My favorite of all, Washington D.C. I got to spend 2 school days with three of my best friends still while learning. This was my favorite trip because I got to spend school hours with people on other teams, while still having fun. Eighth grade has more privileges than the other years, but you have to use them wisely. I wasn't exactly the best at using them wisely. Teachers knew me to be very sassy because I had quite the
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
For almost 8 years of my life, playing the cello has influenced my life in so many extraordinary ways. Choosing the cello over any instrument, was probably one of the best decisions I will have ever made, in the 5th grade. The violin was way too high, the viola was way too small, while the upright bass was way too big. I knew at that very moment that the cello was the instrument that I wanted to play. The warmth of the instruments tone, and the powerful sound that came out of the f-holes drew me in so quickly.
After immigrating to Canada in 2013, I lost my best violin teacher, I got nobody to rely on. I was lonely enough that I had thought of giving up on violin, but now I am glad I did not. I made a decision to continue my journey because I realized it was the joy of music that made me overcame nights of finger numbness and hardship, and my violin teacher was just a part of the joy. Ergo, slowly I started to play violin again. Four years ago, I made a decision to preserve in playing violin. Through days of practice, I have enhanced my techniques even without my teacher.
Playing any instrument is immensely time consuming and requires a substantial amount of time practicing. I felt as though it took me what seemed like forever to learn a piece of music. I also didn’t like the idea that you were never done working on a skill, because there was always something that could have been done better. All of my free time was used to work on these skills making me unable to branch out and try new things. Playing the clarinet became something that was repetitive to me, and I eventually grew bored of doing the same thing for such a long time.
Waves I am a raging inferno of emotions. When I feel, I feel every single part of whatever it may be, even the ones they might think to be most insignificant. When I am cold, it feels as if hell has frozen over Earth. When I am sad, I do not find an ounce of happiness in the whole world.