“Your generosity is greatly appreciated!” I was staring straight at the bright glare of the GoFundMe webpage for my Meadowmount attendance tuition.
I started the cello at the age of 8, and I have been passionate about music ever since. The instrument has gotten me to go to different places around America and I had the privilege of experiencing them. I look towards being a music major in the future.
However, a financial issue is preventing me from enjoying an entirely new experience.
Our family has been relying on donations every since the beginning of May to pay off the tuition of $6,800. Every night, I restlessly just blankly stare at my fundraiser page, wondering if I would be getting any more. The parents reluctantly jump back and forth on whether I would be able to make it or not. As anxiety built up in my head, so did my excitement.
On the morning of a cloudy June morning, I am overjoyed to hear that our fundraiser had been successful, and I would be able to pursue my passion as a young cellist.
As the family SUV parks on the gravelly terrain of the school, an excited me grasps onto my cello case. This is a new beginning for me as I would spend the next seven weeks of my life in the remote area of the Adirondack Mountains. With barely any cell service to connect with friends back …show more content…
All students must wake up at 7 AM to an unappetizing breakfast then walk a set distance back for the real challenge. The student stays in their dorm practicing for the next 4 hours, all of it being supervised by the sharp ear of the counselor. Coming from a high school background, I have never felt more pain than before while trying to clean up a melodic run from a concerto. School back home limits my practice time to a maximum of 2 hours, and transitioning myself into the world of practice and students that were way better than I am was one of the toughest realities to
I started the cello at the age of 8, and I have been passionate about music ever since. The instrument has gotten me to go to different places around America and I had the privilege of experiencing them. I look towards being a music major in the future.
However, a financial issue is preventing me from enjoying an entirely new experience.
Our family has been relying on donations every since the beginning of May to pay off the tuition of $6,800. Every night, I restlessly just blankly stare at my fundraiser page, wondering if I would be getting any more. The parents reluctantly jump back and forth on whether I would be able to make it or not. As anxiety built up in my head, so did my excitement.
On the morning of a cloudy June morning, I am overjoyed to hear that our fundraiser had been successful, and I would be able to pursue my passion as a young cellist.
As the family SUV parks on the gravelly terrain of the school, an excited me grasps onto my cello case. This is a new beginning for me as I would spend the next seven weeks of my life in the remote area of the Adirondack Mountains. With barely any cell service to connect with friends back …show more content…
All students must wake up at 7 AM to an unappetizing breakfast then walk a set distance back for the real challenge. The student stays in their dorm practicing for the next 4 hours, all of it being supervised by the sharp ear of the counselor. Coming from a high school background, I have never felt more pain than before while trying to clean up a melodic run from a concerto. School back home limits my practice time to a maximum of 2 hours, and transitioning myself into the world of practice and students that were way better than I am was one of the toughest realities to