Music In My Life Essay

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“Music to me is like breathing- I don’t get tired of breathing, I don’t get tired of music.” –Ray Charles. To me, music is a huge part of my life, just like breathing. Playing music is also a big part of me. I started playing music in the fifth grade, and give me the chance to do it again, I wouldn’t change a thing. At the end of my fourth grade year, high school students came to my elementary school and talked about band. At first, I didn’t care one ounce, but then they brought out their instruments and played a little bit. I was hooked from there on. I went home that night and told my parents that I wanted to play an instrument. Not coming from a music family, my parents thought this was a little weird, but they allowed me to try them anyway. …show more content…
I remember walking in and seeing all the kids. I couldn’t believe we could fit that many kinds in the high school gym. It was amazing! The high school students were so tall and intimidating. On top of it all, they could play the music and we little fifth graders couldn’t. It was frustrating not being able to play like the older kids could. I remember that one of the other band directors scared me. To this day, I don’t remember which one it was. After fifth grade, I went to the middle school. The Little Falls Middle School is two stories and was huge. My favorite room in the middle school was the band room. It had a different feel to it than other classrooms. The middle school band teacher, Mr. Tenold, was a tall skinny guy. He had blonde hair and had glasses. He was really laid back and awesome. He is still my favorite band director, of all three I’ve had. Sixth grade flew by and so did seventh. In seventh and eighth grade we got to go to Valleyfair. It was my first time at Valleyfair and it was one of my favorite band experiences. Eighth grade did fly by, but it was a sad year. It was our last year in the middle school and with Mr. Tenold. At the last concert, there were definitely tears shed buy students and the teacher himself. He was always like a friend rather than a teacher, and he still …show more content…
LaFlamme. He was a cool guy in his mid 30s and his hair was thinning. He was tall and had dark hair. He always tried to make everyone laugh because he believed it helped us focus in class. In ninth grade everyone automatically gets put into “concert band,” the lower of the bands in high school. Halfway through freshman year, I switched to playing the tenor saxophone. I switched a couple different reasons, one being that I had a better chance of moving up to the higher band since there were less tenors. The second reason was because I wasn’t the only girl saxophone anymore. I had been the only girl since fifth grade so this was a huge change for me. My tenor has been my baby every since. It is a grey color with grey rocks for keys. At the end of the year I got a letter from Mr. LaFlamme inviting me up to the higher band. I was thrilled! This had been my goal since I found out about it. In tenth grade there were only 50 students; a perfect number. We played so many great songs and I knew that I had found the one thing I was good at. Tenth grade was also my first year in the highest jazz ensemble at the high school. The jazz one band rocked and our concert MC sent in a recording of us performing to the state educational committee. In eleventh grade jazz one got to go play for the educational board which had representatives from EVERY school district. This was one of the highest honors we could

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