hawaii2010
Aug 14, 2009
Undergraduate / My dad has sensitive skin; Casa Grande High School, UC Essay #2 [15]
I have to turn this in later today. I feel confident with this draft. Any last comments?
Loud applause filled the room as we finished playing our final piece. The results of this performance would determine our fate. I placed my oboe down and waited for the judges' announcement with anticipation. Ten minutes later, the head judge announced that our band would receive a unanimous superior. This was the first time that the Casa Grande freshman band would receive a unanimous superior; our teacher was ecstatic. A celebration followed, but it did not feel right because I could not have cared less what the judges had said unlike everyone else around me.
The following Monday, we got back into our daily routine in band class. I pretended to be happy as whispers of the event still filled the room. I put my oboe together and warmed up when the urge to smash it suddenly filled my head. I found this odd until it hit me: I hate band. For the past six years I had forced myself to pretend that I love band in hopes that one day I would convince myself that I did. My whole life I had done everything my parents had wanted because I strived to make them happy and be the perfect child. I felt nothing for the band's achievement because I feel nothing for band.
I could no longer be in this unhealthy situation, so I went against my parents' wishes and did what was right for me. I quit band and a wave of relief crashed over me. They expressed their disappointment and forced me to finish the year. After a while, I decided not to bring it up because a fight would result. Although it was tough, I was proud that I told my parents how I felt. I also approached my teacher and confessed how I felt. She was mad and did everything she could to convince me to stay. Upon realizing my unhappiness, she encouraged me to follow the path that brought me fulfillment and supported me.
While my parents are against my decision, they realize that I must make my own decisions to grow and mature. Since this incident, I feel confident when sticking up for myself and feel that I can be more open with people about my feelings. There will be resistance from others at times, but I know I can deal with it because it is part of life. I will never put myself in a situation like this again because I know it will prevent me from living a happy and healthy life.
I have to turn this in later today. I feel confident with this draft. Any last comments?
Loud applause filled the room as we finished playing our final piece. The results of this performance would determine our fate. I placed my oboe down and waited for the judges' announcement with anticipation. Ten minutes later, the head judge announced that our band would receive a unanimous superior. This was the first time that the Casa Grande freshman band would receive a unanimous superior; our teacher was ecstatic. A celebration followed, but it did not feel right because I could not have cared less what the judges had said unlike everyone else around me.
The following Monday, we got back into our daily routine in band class. I pretended to be happy as whispers of the event still filled the room. I put my oboe together and warmed up when the urge to smash it suddenly filled my head. I found this odd until it hit me: I hate band. For the past six years I had forced myself to pretend that I love band in hopes that one day I would convince myself that I did. My whole life I had done everything my parents had wanted because I strived to make them happy and be the perfect child. I felt nothing for the band's achievement because I feel nothing for band.
I could no longer be in this unhealthy situation, so I went against my parents' wishes and did what was right for me. I quit band and a wave of relief crashed over me. They expressed their disappointment and forced me to finish the year. After a while, I decided not to bring it up because a fight would result. Although it was tough, I was proud that I told my parents how I felt. I also approached my teacher and confessed how I felt. She was mad and did everything she could to convince me to stay. Upon realizing my unhappiness, she encouraged me to follow the path that brought me fulfillment and supported me.
While my parents are against my decision, they realize that I must make my own decisions to grow and mature. Since this incident, I feel confident when sticking up for myself and feel that I can be more open with people about my feelings. There will be resistance from others at times, but I know I can deal with it because it is part of life. I will never put myself in a situation like this again because I know it will prevent me from living a happy and healthy life.