Murdie Educational Scholarship (Conventions Revisions)
“I don’t know.” Those were the words I would always say when people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I dreaded the day when I would finally have to answer that question with complete earnest. Little did I know the answer I’ve been looking for has always been blatantly in front of me. Like most kids, I enjoyed listening to music. I enjoyed the music on the radio, music in the movies, just music in general. I’ve also liked music not shared by my peers, such as classical and dramatic. My mother said I’ve always had an ear for music, and I’ve always taken that for granted. Despite my doubts, I now sense a feeling of truth in her words.
My love for music started when I was just a baby, watching the mobil above my crib spin around, playing it’s melody. When I was a toddler, my parents brought home a toy xylophone. I would constantly play like a construction worker hammering down a nail. I know it annoyed my parents to no end. When I was older, my mother made me start taking piano lessons. My teacher, Mrs. Cutler, said I was naturally gifted, since I played the pieces she gave me with ease. Unfortunately, I decided to quit after two years. I felt that the music was too easy for me and she would not let me advance until we finished the book. …show more content…
I often enjoy lying on my bed, listening to music on my phone. It was not always modern pop music. It was classical music, soundtracks from movies and videogames, ambient music, just everything one could think of. Often with songs I really like, I would try to play them on the piano. I would never attempt to find the notes online, just try to play along with the song by ear. My parents would always be so amazed that I could play music without even looking at the notes, but I thought they were complimenting me just because they were my parents because that is what parents are supposed to
“I don’t know.” Those were the words I would always say when people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I dreaded the day when I would finally have to answer that question with complete earnest. Little did I know the answer I’ve been looking for has always been blatantly in front of me. Like most kids, I enjoyed listening to music. I enjoyed the music on the radio, music in the movies, just music in general. I’ve also liked music not shared by my peers, such as classical and dramatic. My mother said I’ve always had an ear for music, and I’ve always taken that for granted. Despite my doubts, I now sense a feeling of truth in her words.
My love for music started when I was just a baby, watching the mobil above my crib spin around, playing it’s melody. When I was a toddler, my parents brought home a toy xylophone. I would constantly play like a construction worker hammering down a nail. I know it annoyed my parents to no end. When I was older, my mother made me start taking piano lessons. My teacher, Mrs. Cutler, said I was naturally gifted, since I played the pieces she gave me with ease. Unfortunately, I decided to quit after two years. I felt that the music was too easy for me and she would not let me advance until we finished the book. …show more content…
I often enjoy lying on my bed, listening to music on my phone. It was not always modern pop music. It was classical music, soundtracks from movies and videogames, ambient music, just everything one could think of. Often with songs I really like, I would try to play them on the piano. I would never attempt to find the notes online, just try to play along with the song by ear. My parents would always be so amazed that I could play music without even looking at the notes, but I thought they were complimenting me just because they were my parents because that is what parents are supposed to