Why I Am the Right Choice for the Mary Doctor Performing Arts Scholarship fund It was my first time dancing in front of a big crowd, I was nervous and felt stupid for letting my sister talk me into going on the stage in the first place. I knew I was in over my head dancing against these men who probably had practiced a thousand times but it was too late to turn around. The DJ had already started the music. Instead of just standing there I started to clear my head, shake my hands and get ready to do the thing I loved most - put on a show. I did pretty good considering I was only seven and by the time i was finished showing off my skills all my doubts were gone because I knew that I had done my very best and left my hard work on the stage. …show more content…
I hadn't really planned on it but my music teacher thought that at my age ( I was only about 10 or 11 ) I had the potential to be a great singer, so I took her advice. I was actually pretty good at it so I decided to stay in choir until middle school when I was told to join the school band by my schoolmate Altreze. Altreze was he was one of my closest friends and was like a brother to me. You see, Altreze was just like me he loved performing and putting on a show. We had a passion for the arts, we were always told how talented we were when it came to performing and we wanted to always have that if we had nothing else, so we stayed in the area of performing always making sure almost anything that we did had to deal with
When I was about six or seven years old, I started cheerleading because my older sister, Tiffany, was a cheerleader (and what little girl doesn’t want to be just like their older sister?). Thanks to Tiffany, and, of course, my mom for signing me up and getting me where I need to be, I found a love and passion for something I would cherish for the rest of my life.
Confusingly, I looked at her I responded that I was, she then explained that the Hispanic community of the parish was starting folklore dance group to dance during the holidays. Excitement rushed throughout my body when my mom agreed to let me take part of the group, she *explained that she didn't it was fair for me that my brother was participating on a baseball team while I've been wanting to dance for years. In order to perform, I of course needed to go to the practices. Practicing three times a week for three hours was rough for that first few weeks considering I was a beginner, but I didn't let that intimidate me and so I continued. Making new friends, learning more about my Mexican culture, and boosting my confidence, all of this in my eyes were areas that I had some sort of struggled with but dance little by little, helped me accomplish such positive effects in the three. With all the dedication I had since elementary school I learned all the routines for our performance that would be occurring on the 12th of
My experience as the service chair encouraged me to try out for another position for the upcoming semester. This time with the goal of encouraging diversity and growth of our members. I created the Deserving Darlin Scholarship, which would be awarded to one member who excelled all of the standards of a Texas Darlin. Alone, I was able to facilitate, organize, and raise over $500 for the scholarship. After months of planning and reading scholarship applications, I was finally able to award the scholarship. At that moment I felt that same adrenaline as I did when I received the student council announcement. Except this time, I felt that I had accomplished my long held dream, to grow as a leader and positively impact those around me, something
One day I got a letter in the mail saying that I got into a college named The Mariah Paulk College of the Arts. I was not familiar with that college, but I have a feeling my mom did the application process for me. I decided to do my research on the school and found out that it was ranked the number one Ivy League school in the world. I was really surprised at how great of a school it seemed to me. This time mom, doing something without my permission actually worked out.
If someone had asked me back in sixth grade what my passion was, marching band would not have ever even crossed my mind. First of all because there is no marching band in sixth grade. Second, when I got into band in sixth grade, I was the worst French horn player in my section. I knew absolutely nothing reading music or playing and although I was still just learning, I always thought I had no chance to get better and that I would quit, but I didn’t. I stayed in the band and my opinions changed my freshman year of high school.
Music has always been an important part of my life. Upon entering the fifth grade, my parents bought me a flute, at my insistence. After moderate success playing the flute, I saw greener grass on the other side of the musical fence. Singing just had to be easier than making music with a long metal pipe. My perception and reality did not exactly match. Singing has its own subtleties and complexities which are not readily apparent to the casual observer. Abandoning the flute for singing, I began taking voice lessons in the tenth grade. My voice teacher was very experienced and encouraged me to pursue my interest in music beyond high school. After much deliberation, I decided to major in voice during college. This path would be fraught with unforeseen difficulties and exciting challenges.
A few weeks before the show it was time to display my talent. I was prepared, I had practiced, and I had boasted of how my horn solo would sound great by the time it was off paper and on the field. The one thing I wasn't counting on was my own attitude to mess me up. That my own pride and gloating would overshadow all the work I had put into my solo.
Even before joining the Schuler Scholar Program, it was already an expectation for me to go to college. Coming from a low income family with parents who never got a chance to finish their studying, my siblings and I were expected to go to college. My mother would tell us that since we have the opportunities that she never had, there is no reason why we shouldn’t be able to go to college. Growing up my mother was always very strict on my studies. I started studying vocabulary words, spelling, math and how to read at the age of two. My mother used some of my sibling old homework and give me some problems from the assignments. During elementary school, teachers would always tell us that we are too young to think about college.
At first I was very hesitant to join high school show choir and be in it. I honestly did not think I was talented enough. I also thought that the high schoolers wouldn’t like me. It was really stressful because I wanted to do it but
I started with music at a very young age and I quickly fell in love with not only music itself but the fact that I could create something for others to hear and possible change their life through what I play. This thought simply blew my mind. I could do something that changed someone else’s life and all I had to do was do something that I enjoy. I became involved with the church band in order to share my talent with others, at the time I figure this would be a temporary thing until I found something better that I wanted to do. Me and my family had just moved to a new church and I was very shy, however, after a while I slowly realized that this is something that I wanted to do for longer than a little while. Now as it turns out I will be in this band till I graduate and go off for college because I simply enjoy it that much. When I started I had no idea that I would be where I am. It started as a hobby of playing guitar on the side and now I play piano, drums, cajon,
As a dancer, I learned early in life that personal success was dependant on the success of those around you. When performing, there are so many tasks racing through my mind: making sure props and quick changes are set, helping the younger dancer with costumes and make-up, and many other small tasks. These wouldn’t directly affect me but they would affect the performance as a whole. These scenarios have been part of my life for 14 years and I realize that someone needs to step up and do more than what is needed of them. For the last few years, I have taken on that role because I felt I was best suited for it, being one of the most advanced dancers.
It was my turn to go in and I took my seat, staring at the cardboard wall that had the three judges on the other side. One of them said “Please your first exercise” and at the moment my mind went numb and I didn’t even remember how the music went. I was stressed out and
For many people, middle school is a time when for discovering who you are and what makes you unique. At the middle school I attended, it was also a time for deciding whether you would be in band or choir. At the time I had no interest in either activity I decided to choose band, mostly because most of my friends were signing up for band. We were then instructed to make a list of our top two choices of instrument to play and a few weeks later we would try each one out to see which we would be best at.
I had my first dance recital on the day I turned four. Now I don’t remember anything from that day, but I believe that that day is when I learned I loved to perform. I’ve been taking dance lessons since then, and many things that I do now involve performing in some type of way.
After the father-daughter dance I was coronated and given a special gift. The cake wake cut and a toast was made in my name. Everyone complemented the strawberry and vanilla cake that was decorated with peacock feathers around its whole diamter. For the rest of the night all i did was dance! My feet knew nothing of wrong or right steps all they did was move up down and side to side. My friends and family laughed at each other making fun of our terrible dancing skills. The big fluffy drress i was wearing was not wel suited to dance like that but it stayed on my body all