I’m not very good at many things. Math is too complicated for me to easily grasp, and you can forget about any science class being a piece of cake. But no matter how many parts of a cell I mislabel, or how many times I forget the order of operations in math, there is one thing that I can always fall back on, and that is writing music.
When I was little my mom always tried to push me to learn how to play instruments. She put me in choir and signed me up for recorder lessons so I could learn how to read music at an early age. At home, she would let me pluck away at her guitar and look through her books of lyrics she wrote. She told me how music helped her cope with her job and her life in general. When I was six years old, I started teaching …show more content…
When I was ten, my mom was diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, a rare disease that damages the spinal cord and usually causes complete paralysis, and was forced to retire from her job after being paralyzed from the abdomen down. The only thing that kept my mom from falling apart was her music. When she wasn’t writing poetry or lyrics, she was listening to mine. I would come in every day after school and play my songs for her in the hospital. I started using my writing as an outlet and realized that it could help more than just myself. When my mom got out of the hospital, she gave me my first “music diary” for my lyrics and accompaniment. I’ll never forget how much I loved coming home after school and opening it up to a fresh new page. It only took me 4 months to fill it up …show more content…
The first few months of high school were a lot easier than I thought they would be since I had already made friends in choir and theater. I continued to write music for small student written shows throughout high school and even used guitar chords to figure out harmonies during bigger musicals. By the time my senior year ended, I filled up ten “music diaries” of songs and lyrics.
You would think I was well aware that music was such a prominent part of my life. But, honestly, it wasn’t until I packed up for college that I realized just how much writing music molded me into the person I am today. When I opened up my window seat and found my ten full music journals, how much I love writing music and how substantial it was in my life, finally hit me. Music is such a prominent part of my life that it became a habit more than a hobby. I still pull out my phone to jot down lyrics that pop into my head and mindlessly hum notes until I find a pleasant
When I was little my mom always tried to push me to learn how to play instruments. She put me in choir and signed me up for recorder lessons so I could learn how to read music at an early age. At home, she would let me pluck away at her guitar and look through her books of lyrics she wrote. She told me how music helped her cope with her job and her life in general. When I was six years old, I started teaching …show more content…
When I was ten, my mom was diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, a rare disease that damages the spinal cord and usually causes complete paralysis, and was forced to retire from her job after being paralyzed from the abdomen down. The only thing that kept my mom from falling apart was her music. When she wasn’t writing poetry or lyrics, she was listening to mine. I would come in every day after school and play my songs for her in the hospital. I started using my writing as an outlet and realized that it could help more than just myself. When my mom got out of the hospital, she gave me my first “music diary” for my lyrics and accompaniment. I’ll never forget how much I loved coming home after school and opening it up to a fresh new page. It only took me 4 months to fill it up …show more content…
The first few months of high school were a lot easier than I thought they would be since I had already made friends in choir and theater. I continued to write music for small student written shows throughout high school and even used guitar chords to figure out harmonies during bigger musicals. By the time my senior year ended, I filled up ten “music diaries” of songs and lyrics.
You would think I was well aware that music was such a prominent part of my life. But, honestly, it wasn’t until I packed up for college that I realized just how much writing music molded me into the person I am today. When I opened up my window seat and found my ten full music journals, how much I love writing music and how substantial it was in my life, finally hit me. Music is such a prominent part of my life that it became a habit more than a hobby. I still pull out my phone to jot down lyrics that pop into my head and mindlessly hum notes until I find a pleasant