Personal Narrative: Virtual Piano
Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
For as long as I could remember, I have wanted to be a drum major of my high school marching band, The Mighty Marching Bucks of Hoke County High (MMB). A drum major is the leader of the marching band and also second in command under the Director. Before I was honored and presented with this title, I had what is known to be the “drum major instinct”. The “drum major instinct” was well described in Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s final sermon “The Drum Major Instinct”.
For Tan, writing is a method to figure out her mom’s thought and her attitude of life. This is an outstanding use of pathos because readers can recognize the change of her mom’s position to her. Her mom was a shame for her when she was a kid, but now her mom is the motivation, the center of her writing. Even there are cultural and generational gaps between Tan and her mom, Tan finally overcomes them and notices how value her mom’s thought is, which is impressing.
For all of the summer simulations, I was able to come on time and maintain a professional behavior with my peers and patient. For communication, I find myself being confident and relaxed compared to how I felt at the beginning of the summer simulation. For example, during subacute, my partner and I was able to provide patient education on the BIPAP machine to a patient actor and during the simulation, I never felt uncomfortable or nervous while delivering the education. For this week I would give myself a score of 4.
The Fidget Spinner that Rocked the World Friendship is an amazing thing. Having a bond that can be so close is important yet sometimes these bonds break in a second. My experience with friendship is a rocky boat, my best friend and I lost our relationship over a plastic wonder, a Fidget Spinner….. My Fidget Spinner. My “best friend” and I were walking to the bus stop together.
The Pad is a burger place in north Topeka. The Pad has been in the same place for the last forty or so years. It is a medium sized building with its sign out front being a rocket ready to launch. Most days The Pad is not that crowded, but always has a good amount of people there. Many families have been going to The Pad for generations.
When I started my senior year of highschool, I was ecstatic to tell all my friends that I didn’t have to suffer through the horrors of a math class. I was finally free! Instead, I am taking four music classes, among them, AP music theory. On the first day I realized I had made a grave mistake-- Music is nothing but math!
Studies have shown that learning how to read and play music, and even listening to music has an impact on the development of the brain. Music requires the use of both the left and right sides of the brain. After learning music I have noticed a change in the way I view music, my social skills and my thought processes. All of these things I believe are at least partially because of being in band and, they have all changed my life for the better After learning how to read and play music I noticed that I view, or should I say hear, music in a completely different way.
Personal Narrative It all started during band. Before the bell rang everyone was supposed to have their instruments, so me, David, and Arthur assembled our trombones. When the bell rang Mr.Glover told us that the trombones to practice in the old choir room. So we went straight into the band room when we found out what songs we were to play.
It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.
Over the weekend, I went to Starbucks with a friend, and knowing that I would need to engage in mindful listening for my communication portfolio. I had taken the opportunity. Even though I did not let my friend know what I was aiming to do. One demonstrates mindful listening when they are careful and thoughtful, processing a high level of information in response to other’s message. This was the perfect moment to practice mindful listening because my friend was sharing his issues regarding other relationships.
In the virtual simulation, I was faced with multiple unexpected challenges such as my daughter’s diagnosis of ADHD and her temporary drug use and felt uncertain of what to do. So like most new parents, I took it one day at a time and accepted the fact that I might not get it exactly right every time. I also took advice from professionals, close friends and family when it was necessary. As long as I was putting my daughter’s well-being first and continuously showing her how much I loved her, I was satisfied with the decisions I made. My ultimate goal was to guide her and make sure she grew into a responsible, mature, and intelligent woman.
I walked into class after just having lunch and handed Ms.Greer my paragraph. She told me it would be 15 points off for being late. I told her I hand a good excuse as to why it was late. She said she doubted it was possible, but agreed to listen to my reason. Boy have I got a story for her, I thought to myself.
Practicing cello allows me to become a better musician, but moreso a responsible and driven individual. It continuously reminds me that the most worthwhile achievements require hard work. Jazz is one of those achievements. Through becoming a technical and theory-driven classical musician performing in music competitions and in my region’s youth symphonies, I stumbled across jazz one day and was immediately drawn toward its intricate chord progressions and complex improvisations. A year later I performed for residents of a nursing home.
The purple can be seen as the improvement on the grounds that the starting (blue) has been blended with life (red). The green recommends life also, however more in the feeling of development or youth. The orange speaks to the pinnacle of life when the sun is at its most elevated. The white insinuates maturing. Violet is significantly darker than alternate hues since it speaks to the moderate rot of life.
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