I placed my hands on the ivory keys and broke the silence with my first note. The Music Teachers’ Association of California award a Certificate of Merit to musicians who pass a music theory, ear training, and sight reading exam, and demonstrate musical excellence through performance. Successfully participating in the program for all four high school years and reaching a level of at least seven, musicians obtain the Senior Medallion. I had learned and practiced piano for twelve years, working towards achieving the Senior Medallion. It was my final year, and I was at level eight. I easily completed the examinations, but I knew the challenge would come with the performance. Immediately, my fingers sounded lost and clumsy; Each note seemed to tell
As a teenager who has never experienced hearing loss or the loss of physical movement, I have never been very aware of the obstacles that elders face. After carrying out the activity for this week, I have gained a better insight as to what older Americans experience while living in a country that so dearly values youth. Many young citizens in our country see older people as incapable citizens that need taking care of, which makes them seem like a burden to the American ideas of independence and stability. However, it is only once people grow older that they become aware of the struggles that older people fight through in order to seem independent. While temporarily impairing my hearing, I learned more about myself, the people around me, and especially more about the older people in my life and the struggles that they must endure because of their age.
Each speech was written as we strived to choose the right words that would have exactly the right impact on the crowd. I became more anxious as I tried to prepare myself to give my last speech. I cleared my throat and I was suddenly the first one in line. I stepped up to the microphone and began flipping through a pile of loose papers searching for the speech I had written, analyzed, read, and re-read. Just as quickly, I came across a paper with my name written across the top. I took a deep breath and began to read it aloud. My nerves were a little more at ease as I read through the text I had written. I spoke naturally and fluently just as the day before when I practiced. I took time to look into the crowd. As I scanned the crowd I spotted my parents once again, and just like before they began to excitedly
My sixteen week class in English 111. I was really nervous about this class. Because English has never been my strong point. This class has hard, but fun all at the same time. I learn a lot from this class. Meanwhile,the first day of class you handed a paper with a question on it. “The first thing I want to say to you who are students is that you must not think of being here to receive an education; instead, you will do much better to think of being here to claim one.” Even though putting my all in what I have learned, claiming my education with hard work because using the skills of the meal plan, as we write to different audiences and learning to be a Critically thinker as I start becoming a critically-Literate Citizenship.
In my first piano recital at the age of eight, I felt overwhelmed by the audience' s applause. Since that first recital, I became very committed to music and attempted to build a music career. At age six, I began playing the piano, and at age fifteen, I began playing the trumpet. Admitted by a professional music high school at age sixteen, I had the opportunity of exploring the broad world of music, and the high quality of instruction greatly enriched my music background. After intensively preparing for my first trumpet competition, I won the championship of trumpet competition for the remaining two years of high school. By attending various kinds of competitions, I further developed my musical interest and abilities.
What can appear to gleam and reflect such beauty and craftsmanship yet can be handled by a three year old. It’s sound so pure by a touch of a finger has been in existence for well over a hundred years and is the foundation for creating music. It’s black and white keys produce sounds when played correctly that can bring tears to one’s eyes, touch your heart and soul, bring hope, or even joy and laughter to an event. All of this power… lies in the piano. The piano from its creation to this very second had transformed the world of music no matter what class, talent, and ability.
On March 3rd, 2018, I attended the WSMA performance at Rufus King High School at 11:24 PM. I played gavotte by Jean Baptiste Lully in A minor. First, I went in bowed, introduced myself and told her what song I was playing. I started to play. I was doing good until the last part. I started to get nervous and messed up a little bit. It was my first time, so I was not expecting to get a one. However, I was so surprised when I saw that I was only one point away from getting a one. Next time, I really hope to get a one.
As soon as I shut the door all the noise outside the room had disappeared. The room was silent. I could feel my nerves coming, and I continuously wiped the sweat forming on my hands. My clarinet slipping from my grip from all the nerves. (Imagery) She asked me to play two scales, which I did perfectly fine on. Then I went to the required pieces and I started playing and then I messed up onenote and I felt crushed. I heard myself play the wrong note and immediately knew I was going to be placed in a bad chair. It threw me off my concentration and my nerves were getting the best of me. My hands were shaking like crazy. She kept telling me to just breathe (Motif) to calm down. I finished through those, and then went to the difficult piece that made me the most nervous. She could pick any part in the music and ask me to play it, I had to be prepared for any section she ask. To my surprise, she said I could choose a part I felt confident about. I began to play a part my lesson teacher and I worked on, but right when I started I already knew I messed the rhythm up and my counting was all off from nerves. I could not read her face to her reaction to what I was playing, she just kept writing things
Over all, I felt that I had a meaningful and positive experience with the capstone course. I feel that this journey has helped and opened my eyes to the importance of researching, reviewing literatures, and applying the best available evidence to improve the patient outcome and provide higher quality of care to all my patients. If not for this capstone course, I am certain that I would have never attempted to find solution to my chosen evidence based nursing problem. The requirement of this course to choose a nursing problem provided me an opportunity to examine a topic that I am passionate about and gave me chance to think critically on how to initiate a change.
As I was walking to my spot I looked around the stage, almost developing tears looking down at the markings on the stage. I was thrilled to show them what I’ve been working on, but also nervous for it to all go to waste. The parade was the last thing on my mind, so I just put something random together last minute hoping it would work out. As I was standing at attention I went through it in my head many times, but it still didn’t feel like it was enough. I heard the whistle blow and yelled, “one, two, kick up,” articulated and precise. I started marching down the stage with all the confidence I had. I nailed the first half of the routine and had to turn around due to the length of the stage being too small and it was like my mind erased the routine from my memory. My smile fell off my face, and tears started to form in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let the fall. I started to improvise and repeat the same move and different variations of it. I then yelled, “halt, one, two” and thought I ruined my chances. I got ready to perform my feature. I could see my reflection in the light booth windows and pictured myself in my room, the only other place I would practice. I would watch myself in the mirror and critique anything that didn’t look right or things that didn’t add up. When I heard the music, it was like I wasn’t even there. I could see my pink walls surrounding me and my tall, white mirror hanging on the wall in front of me, and my clothes surrounding me.
I was just a beginner, less prepared than anyone else around me. I was the only one in the room not taking notes. Every time someone’s finger touched a key on the keyboard, the sound it made reminded me that time was still ticking even though it felt like it was frozen. I was looking at the ceiling instead of the board. I thought this was going to be just another easy class that I could pass with minimal effort. I was wrong.
After the initial burst of music, the music teacher stopped the class and asked for the three reasons why the recorders would squeak. The students gave the responses and they continued to play. However, I noticed that one student stopped playing after continuously squeaking and only pretended to play with a significant gap between her lips and the instrument. This illustrates an important occurrence that often begins in middle childhood and continues through adolescence: self efficacy. Self efficacy refers to how an individual perceives themselves and perceives their capabilities within a given situation or task (Bandura, Pastorelli, Barnarenelli & Caprara, 1999). Somebody with low personal self efficacy in a certain realm will be less likely to perform the task or engage in a situation because they will compare themselves to others, and find themselves lacking, and fear how others will perceive them (Chase, 2001). This student may have heard herself squeaking on the instrument, and stopped playing for several reasons. It could be that she was comparing herself to others who were playing better or feared what others were thinking about her
Nine years ago, when I was in kindergarten, I always looked up to my sister as a role model. If she liked a certain food, I would like it; if she did something, I would want to do it also. So, it only made sense that when she started to play piano, I would want to play too. For months, I was like a mosquito to my dad, asking him when I could start playing piano. Two years later, my wish came true. When my sister went off to college, my dad asked me, “Do you want to start playing piano?”
This lesson is designed to review and reinforce a few important concepts about plants (e.g. Needs, parts, sequence of planting) and to also guide the students through applying a few scientific inquiry (e.g. Making observations, experimentation, discussion, reflection, reporting results etc.). The students have previously planted corn and bean seeds and today’s lesson has provided the students a chance to see the results of the planted corn and bean seeds. Additionally, seeds have been planted under and growing under the following conditions: without water, and without soil. The students see the results of these seeds planted under these conditions for the past week. Two plants in particular have already been grown their growth has been
The day of graduation came and the ceremony was taking place; before diplomas were handed out, awards were given to the students that graduated with honors. My eighth grade year flashed before my yes and I saw the many times I said I couldn 't, and the times I cried but still managed to get honor roll every cycle, so I thought to myself “my name must be in that list.” There in my seat I was hoping to get that crystal clear star with my name on it that said Honor Roll. At twelve years of age graduating from the eighth grade that award was an assurance that I was smart and that I was just as good as everyone else but I had a little extra, and yet again at least that 's what I thought. Name after name was called, my heart was pounding and my hands were sweating eager for my name to be called up to the stage. The last name was called but my name wasn’t, and i didn’t hear my name. I was stunned that I didn 't get any “Honors” at that moment I thought to myself Did I fail this last cycle? Wasn 't I good enough? Did they skip my name? But I looked at the table and not a single star was left
I will fund my exhibit through donations and sales. I would reach out to the community, explain my exhibit and ask for donations, but I would primarily generate revenue through selling items related to the exhibit like prints of the works being shown, creative posters, key chains, t-shirts and other mementos. Additionally, I would have bake sales and fairs and other activities of a similar nature.