I woke up the next morning and went out to garage and got my gift. I was so excited, I had no idea Santa would get me such a huge present. My parents were video taping all this excitement. A few days after Christmas I watched the video and saw where they were preparing the gifts the night before. Needless to say they had been caught!
For example, I was 12 years old when I decided to become a Singer. Through hard work I received my first recording contract at sixteen. The first song I released was a hit. I became a local celebrity at sixteen and started a small state tour with my father who played piano by my side. One day, I came to the realization that my purpose was not to sing but to bring awareness to the many silent sufferings going on in our own country and all over the world.
Little things like going grocery shopping on my own, doing my own laundry, and navigating around the city of Charlotte were big steps for me because I had never done them on my own before. I grew up in the same school for thirteen years and graduated with many people I had known for the entirety of those years. Coming to UNC Charlotte, I had to make all new friends which was difficult for me since I am naturally shy and I normally take a while to open up to people I have just met. Although I still called my parents every night at 8:00 PM, I slowly grew to an independent young adult who was able to function on her own and make her own decisions. My freshmen year of college saw my personality shift and independence grow.
In the class, I have appreciated many dance compositions of different periods. Swan Lake was my favorite. Although I only saw the interesting version which were performed by all male dancers, the music and the movement attracted me deeply. Thus, I was eager to see the formal version. As a result, I rented the CD of Swan Lake from the library last Thursday and planned to watch it in a romantic atmosphere, even though Swan Lake was not written in the Romantic Period.
January 8, 2008 Music Project My Critique of a Live Performance The live performance that I have critiqued was entitled “Chris Brown: Young, Gifted & Exclusive”. I’ve viewed this concert Wednesday, November 7 at 7:30 pm (Eastern Time) on BET (channel 329 on DTV). The performer, none other than Chris Brown held this concert as a warm up, or a rehearsal to his fans just to give them a little taste of what they should be expecting on his upcoming holiday tour starting in the beginning of December. The sound is very clear, not muffled or rushed. Quality of the music was on point, there were no faulty, mistakes, and everything was all on time and great!
Ryan Bergio FA207 10/04/2013 Fiddler on the Roof Response (In the form of a letter…) Dear Mother, Last Tuesday, I attended a production of the musical Fiddler on the Roof put on by Portland Center Stage. Although attending this performance was required for class, I would have willingly attended had the idea been brought up to me in another fashion. As a minor fan of musical theater, I was excited to hear that we would be attending such a well known production that I had not seen before and I was not disappointed. This production was consistently entertaining and besides only a few things, which I couldn’t help but notice, I was kept fully engaged in the story. For this reason, I would highly recommend you head out and see this production of Fiddler on the Roof.
I have dreamed of becoming an anesthesiologist too long to fall short of this goal in life. Another reason why I feel I deserve this scholarship is because I have participated in many extracurricular activities in high school. I have been a member of the dance team for two years. During this time, I have helped raise money for the auxiliary and the band by participating in car washes, Jr. Auxiliary camps, and grocery bagging. After football season is over, I play my clarinet in concert band.
Garrett Pomponio Professor Morris English 101 24 September 2013 There Ain’t No Party Like a Hospital Party In any calendar of mine, the 4th of July has long been the most important day of the year, especially as a 9 year-old-boy. I would sleep as late as my parents would let me because I didn’t want to have to wait too long to see the fireworks. So, when I woke up that day, the only thing I was worried about was going to the riverfront with my mom, seeing the fireworks and riding home in my dads pick up truck. I may have been excited for a funnel cake or the glow sticks or something petty of that nature. However, one thing is absolutely certain, the complete and absolutely devastating change of my life was not anticipated.
Typically schools have one night or even a whole day dedicated to homecoming. This depends on the importance of homecoming to a school. At my high school, homecoming is so important that there is a day set out solely for final preparations and then another day for the actual homecoming. I never understood the importance of our homecoming parade until this past year. I went to the parade and football game when I was younger but I just saw it as simply a fun social event.
It was a bright afternoon with his father, as they were driving up to the middle school that he was going to spend the next 3 miserable, yet enjoyable years of his life. The two nervously walked into the den of wolves, also referred to as the band hall, they were greeted by the head alphas, or the band directors. As Richard proceeded through the band hall, he entered a room, where he would meet his greatest friend. The moment he held the beautiful complex bassoon in his hands, glistening from the ceiling lights, he knew that he would fall in love playing the instrument. Over the past summer of patiently waiting on getting a new bassoon, and the first week of school, Richard was practicing his other musical instruments and has been studying for his classes for the school year that was ahead of him.