Meanwhile, somewhere by the seashore, a sea captain a young lady and a motley bunch of sailors were having a discussion. they had been shipwrecked nearby and all had barely escaped drowning. the young nubile maiden viola was concerned for the fate of her twin brother Sebastian. where are we my dear captain what happened to my brother me and him are very close and I look just like him if I lived perhaps he did too what do you think asked viola which was disquieted and very effected by the fact that her brother was not their.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
Routine A disturbance in a Tuesday morning routine was a change of a lifetime: my brief car-ride nap was interrupted by a crash, then, the jarring of the ambulance. It was an unexpected awakening. Sixth grade social studies and spelling tests had to be put aside, as the rest of my day would be filled with the beeps of machines and chatter of scrub-clad trauma nurses. Suddenly, my mind was back in my body - and my first conscious words were my complaints of the uncomfortable neck brace, followed by my request to remove it.
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. This was it. This was my chance to find something I could be good at and recognized for other than just being a “smart girl.” Looking around, I observe the other children chatter and fiddle with violins, violas, and cellos, to find one that suits them. Even though I was only nine years old, I knew violin was for me once I saw it.
The time that I have spent in the music program at Benicia High School have been some of the most emotional, stressful, and rewarding experiences I have ever had, and I cherish every day that I spend with my peers. When I joined, I was oblivious as to what I was getting myself into. I glared with prejudice as nearly one-hundred people, all lined up in a perfect square, screamed with excitement towards me, a naive, inexperienced, and malleable child. I had previously played drums for three years, however, the band director thought that I should learn how to play a wind instrument. He gave me a choice between several instruments, some of which I had never seen before.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
One year ago... I just saw the results of the Select Ensemble Orchestra auditions. I remember playing. I may have tried hard, but it wasn't to my full potential. Ever since I got the music, I practiced three hours each day with my viola. Although there were many good auditionees, I naively hoped that I still had a chance.
Unfortunately, the pleasure of playing for others turned into technicalities with my focus solely on practice and dedication. With this intense focus, I lost sight of what I loved to do. During my freshman year, I suddenly decided to learn the flute to join and support the marching band in my brother’s senior year. Although I nearly passed out the first time I tried to play, it was phenomenal getting to perform with the seniors in their last year. As I picked up the flute, after quitting orchestra, a smile would cross my face as I discovered the enthusiasm for what I loved to do.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
Nuclear Energy vs Solar Energy Abdulla E. Abdulla American University of Sharjah March 2015 Abdulla Abdulla 59950 March 26, 2015 WRI 101 – Sec16 Would you like to jog with a gas mask? With the rise in the awarenessof the dangers of burning limited resources and the fear of depleting what is left of the crude oil in the UAE, government and private firms in the UAE are investing large amount of capital to develop new sources of unlimited clean energy to sustain its ambitious goals with solar energy and nuclear energy leading the way. Even though there are some considerable similarities in terms of the availability of the required resources and its positive impact towards the environment, the differences regarding the required input and the expected
As a student at Saint Ignatius, I was forced to overcome multipe setbacks in my highschool career. The one with the greatest impact on me, however, took place at the beginning of my sophmore year and has lasted to this day. It began in November during the first snow of the year. My older sister and I convinced our parents to let us go sledding late at night. We jumped into the car excitedly, not knowing how that night would change my life I won’t give you the gory details, but
Everyone has monsters inside of them and for me, my monster is depression. The National Institute of Mental Health describes depression as a common but serious mood disorder. Which affects the way we feel, think and handle everyday activities. When depression kicks in I become a whole new person; I'm turned into a girl who has intense mood swings. I was diagnosed with depression when I was 15 and was very sad when I found out.
Taking different English and writing classes has allowed me to write different types of papers. One paper that can be very challenging is the personal narrative. There are certain requirements that you must follow; each paper is different depending on who assigns it. When I am assigned to write this type of paper, usually it is dreadful to start and accomplish. This type of paper should just be removed from college writing courses.
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
It may not seem significant to the audience, but to me, a mere 10 years old, it was a major breakthrough. I finally got the chance to spread the joy and love that I gained from this experience to the audience yet it was so nerve wrecking. As I took up my violin and touched the shrill E-string, I was immersed in the beauty of the music that awed me for years. The nervous thoughts just floated away and all that was in my mind was how to shape the music. The clear, sweet singing melody floated out from my three quarter-sized violin as my chubby fingers flew on the fingerboard.
