collegehereiam
Nov 15, 2010
Undergraduate / "How do you express your inner world" - Love for Music [4]
I feel as though this essay is just OKAY. I want to make it, you know, spicier...more memorable. :) Feel free to give critique on grammar, sentence structure, etc etc. Thank you so much for your time. I really appreciate it.
Prompt(UNC):People find many ways to express their inner world. Some write novels; others paint, perform, or debate; still others design elegant solutions to complex mathematical problems. How do you express your inner world, and how does the world around you respond?
"Elisha, can you please stop that noise in my ear!" my mother would command. Of course that would only encourage me to sing louder and even add a few spontaneous dance moves. Quickly, I noticed that my mother honestly does not understand that my incessant singing is entirely her fault. Listening to childhood stories from my mother always intrigued me and put a smile upon my face. There was one in particular, however, that made me grin every time I thought about it. Once, my mother told me that she sang to her stomach during all nine months of our pregnancy. My mother's casual admission of the truth, that day, was her undoing.
The irony of the situation was what made it incredibly funny. My mother did not realize that she was admitting to me her fault for my obsession with music. When my mother began singing to me it was as if a music seed was planted within me that grew larger as I grew, as well. I did not know it then, but music was soon to become my best friend, my passion: my lifestyle. My determined need of music began to blossom when I sang publicly for the first time.
At the age of 5, I was expected to sing "The Lord's Prayer" at a wedding. Still, I remember how nervous I was. The butterflies took flight and were soon going to take over. But the butterflies, shortly, went away. Afterward, when numerous family members told me what a great job I had done, something else took over: my pride's desire for more. Now that I am 17, I reasoned to be even more proud in my singing abilities, showing off my vocal instrument anywhere, at anytime, and in any way that I can. I have found that my musical talent is so strong that I can replay entire songs from memory. My addiction to music does not end there, if it can be believed.
My love of music has expanded to include the acoustic guitar and the piano. Playing an instrument is extremely pleasing, but singing gets even more satisfying when the people around me react in their positive ways. Usually, the response is "You can really sing!" giving me an unexplainable feeling of warmth inside. Always answering with a "Thank you" and a modest, humble smile, I love to make people happy knowing that my singing has the power to accomplish filling both myself and them with contentment. Being blessed to have such a gift, I intend to continue to pursue developing this talent. Now, my mother is thankful and is the center of my greatest encouragement to do just that.
I feel as though this essay is just OKAY. I want to make it, you know, spicier...more memorable. :) Feel free to give critique on grammar, sentence structure, etc etc. Thank you so much for your time. I really appreciate it.
Prompt(UNC):People find many ways to express their inner world. Some write novels; others paint, perform, or debate; still others design elegant solutions to complex mathematical problems. How do you express your inner world, and how does the world around you respond?
"Elisha, can you please stop that noise in my ear!" my mother would command. Of course that would only encourage me to sing louder and even add a few spontaneous dance moves. Quickly, I noticed that my mother honestly does not understand that my incessant singing is entirely her fault. Listening to childhood stories from my mother always intrigued me and put a smile upon my face. There was one in particular, however, that made me grin every time I thought about it. Once, my mother told me that she sang to her stomach during all nine months of our pregnancy. My mother's casual admission of the truth, that day, was her undoing.
The irony of the situation was what made it incredibly funny. My mother did not realize that she was admitting to me her fault for my obsession with music. When my mother began singing to me it was as if a music seed was planted within me that grew larger as I grew, as well. I did not know it then, but music was soon to become my best friend, my passion: my lifestyle. My determined need of music began to blossom when I sang publicly for the first time.
At the age of 5, I was expected to sing "The Lord's Prayer" at a wedding. Still, I remember how nervous I was. The butterflies took flight and were soon going to take over. But the butterflies, shortly, went away. Afterward, when numerous family members told me what a great job I had done, something else took over: my pride's desire for more. Now that I am 17, I reasoned to be even more proud in my singing abilities, showing off my vocal instrument anywhere, at anytime, and in any way that I can. I have found that my musical talent is so strong that I can replay entire songs from memory. My addiction to music does not end there, if it can be believed.
My love of music has expanded to include the acoustic guitar and the piano. Playing an instrument is extremely pleasing, but singing gets even more satisfying when the people around me react in their positive ways. Usually, the response is "You can really sing!" giving me an unexplainable feeling of warmth inside. Always answering with a "Thank you" and a modest, humble smile, I love to make people happy knowing that my singing has the power to accomplish filling both myself and them with contentment. Being blessed to have such a gift, I intend to continue to pursue developing this talent. Now, my mother is thankful and is the center of my greatest encouragement to do just that.
