Classroom Music Analysis

Sitting in an auditorium full of people who have years of experience in the instrumental arts - not the optimal way for never-touched-an-instrument Alli Pecorella to start middle school. I hadn’t even considered playing an instrument during my elementary school years, but the year before middle school, my mom pitched the idea of playing percussion - “You know, the drums and the xylophones and the triangle” - for the school band. I went for it, a little unsure but ready to try to figure it out. It couldn’t be that hard, right?
Spoiler alert: it could, in fact, be that hard. The first class was terrifying; I had no clue how to read sheet music. I think the teacher just assumed we all knew, which made sense because everyone else did, but I cried that day. Looking back on it, I find it funny; freaking out over the difference between a half note and quarter note? That’s child’s play. But I know I can’t criticize myself for that. I was only starting to learn. And learn I did; through in-school lessons and hours of practicing on my own, perfecting the counting of measures and striking the right notes, I grew. My professionalism might’ve been lacking, but my confidence soared - proof of both being in numerous video recordings of our performances in which there is a small ginger girl who almost always bounces with joy after each song. …show more content…
Let’s say it on three, everyone - one, two, three: Alli has depression! Yes, it’s true, such tragedy has struck my heart - well, actually, my brain - and left me hopelessly clinging to shreds of happiness, only to have them slip through my fingers and evanesce into the air, never to be seen again. Wow, that sounds horrible. I mean, maybe that’s how I see it while I’m in a spell of deep melancholy, but it’s really just a lack of emotion; a state of intense nothingness. Wait, that sounds bad, too. Ugh. Depression,