Reflective Essay: I Am The Best Jazz Player

It all started in 6th grade, deciding what instrument I wanted to play for my middle school band. At the time I thought that playing an instrument might be challenging, but I was willing to learn. I saw my classmates picking up instruments that were very shiny and was taken care by their previous sixth graders. After 10 minutes I finally came to a conclusion that it was my destiny to play the trumpet. However, by the time I made up my mind, there was not anymore trumpets. I was upset and regretted taking so much time to make up my mind. I had to choose between the drums, saxophone, clarinet, or the flute. I did not like the options that were available to me so I asked my music my music teacher if there were any trumpets left that he did not see. He told me that there was not anymore. Later on, I saw one of my close friends, David Deng, one of the smartest students in my class, play the clarinet. I decided that if I was going to follow anyone it would

When I was in the 7th grade I considered myself the best clarinetist in the whole 7th grade. I felt that I was an elite clarinet player. This was because the other three clarinetists in the 7th grade , Kevin Calderon, Kevin Mandia, and even David Deng could not play the advance clarinet parts like how I could. However I was stopped in my place when my music teacher only took one student from the whole 7th grade band to perform at the Saint Patrick’s day Parade that year. He took Joel Mongel, a saxophone player who plays exceptionally well for a 7th grader at the time. Joel is a good friend of mine, even up to today, but because he was the only one that went to the parade only built ambition in me. From this experience I learned that when you feel like you are good at something , there is always someone who is better. Your weakness is another person’s strength. When you’re resting someone else is getting