We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors caused you to grow? (800 word limit)
"Hehe He He Ha Ha Ho Ho... Ooohhh..." "Breathe in deeply..." "Use your head voice..." These were only some of the commands uttered in the classroom that became my sanctuary. The voice behind them, the woman who gave me my first love, was none other than Mrs. Ann Marie Dupre. A middle aged woman who dressed in outrageous print fabrics, loved opera, and wore way too much make up, Mrs. D, as we affectionately called her, made it her duty to make us understand the true beauty of music.
At seven years old, my mind couldn't fully comprehend the works of the great composers I was learning about, such as Mozart and Bach. Instead, I related to music on a much more personal level- in my own life. In class Mrs. Dupre would show us musicals to let us know that music could be enjoyable. I remember her showing us West Side Story. I watched attentively, and the melodies stuck in my head, begging to be sung. After the movie, Mrs. Dupre would play on the piano, and I'd be right by her side, singing along. It was then that I realized music could be a way to express how I truly felt. Music became my medium, a way to voice my opinion when no one was listening. When I was happy, sad, angry, or even confused, I looked to music as an escape.
Music changed my life at the age of thirteen. I was ushering in my church when it was announced that Victory Voices In Praise would be performing. Thinking it was just another choir, I turned towards the couple who were waiting to be seated. As the track started playing for "Blessings of Abraham", I heard clapping behind me. I quickly seated the couple and spun around to witness what was going on. The choir was unlike any I had ever seen before. They were smiling and getting into the music. It was as if they truly believed in what they were saying. They had a passion for singing. I knew, at that moment, that I wanted to be in that choir. My only obstacle was getting in. As luck would have it, later that day, a member of the choir asked me if I'd like to join. I could barely contain my excitement as I nodded my head vigorously. The next week I attended my first rehearsal. I felt as if I finally found a place where I belonged. Everyone smiled and welcomed me. I was familiar with most of the songs, so learning my part was a breeze.
My defining moment in the choir came on December 20, 2008. On that day I sang my first solo. The week before, the choir director called to ask if I'd like to sing the lead for a song we had previously practiced. With a shaky voice, and trembling hands, I accepted. When I got off the phone, I screamed so loud that my aunt came running from her apartment downstairs.
I have been a member of Victory Voices In Praise for over two years, and it just keeps getting better. The choir is like my second home. It has given me a place where I feel as though I belong. I rarely miss a practice, and I love traveling to different cities and states to sing with them. Being in the choir has helped me to realize that music is my passion. I cannot live without it in some shape or form-humming a tune, listening to a song, or saying a few lyrics to myself. Music makes me, me.
I know its not the best, but its a really rough first draft. All comments (on grammar, content, etc.) are welcome and appreciated. thanks! :)
"Hehe He He Ha Ha Ho Ho... Ooohhh..." "Breathe in deeply..." "Use your head voice..." These were only some of the commands uttered in the classroom that became my sanctuary. The voice behind them, the woman who gave me my first love, was none other than Mrs. Ann Marie Dupre. A middle aged woman who dressed in outrageous print fabrics, loved opera, and wore way too much make up, Mrs. D, as we affectionately called her, made it her duty to make us understand the true beauty of music.
At seven years old, my mind couldn't fully comprehend the works of the great composers I was learning about, such as Mozart and Bach. Instead, I related to music on a much more personal level- in my own life. In class Mrs. Dupre would show us musicals to let us know that music could be enjoyable. I remember her showing us West Side Story. I watched attentively, and the melodies stuck in my head, begging to be sung. After the movie, Mrs. Dupre would play on the piano, and I'd be right by her side, singing along. It was then that I realized music could be a way to express how I truly felt. Music became my medium, a way to voice my opinion when no one was listening. When I was happy, sad, angry, or even confused, I looked to music as an escape.
Music changed my life at the age of thirteen. I was ushering in my church when it was announced that Victory Voices In Praise would be performing. Thinking it was just another choir, I turned towards the couple who were waiting to be seated. As the track started playing for "Blessings of Abraham", I heard clapping behind me. I quickly seated the couple and spun around to witness what was going on. The choir was unlike any I had ever seen before. They were smiling and getting into the music. It was as if they truly believed in what they were saying. They had a passion for singing. I knew, at that moment, that I wanted to be in that choir. My only obstacle was getting in. As luck would have it, later that day, a member of the choir asked me if I'd like to join. I could barely contain my excitement as I nodded my head vigorously. The next week I attended my first rehearsal. I felt as if I finally found a place where I belonged. Everyone smiled and welcomed me. I was familiar with most of the songs, so learning my part was a breeze.
My defining moment in the choir came on December 20, 2008. On that day I sang my first solo. The week before, the choir director called to ask if I'd like to sing the lead for a song we had previously practiced. With a shaky voice, and trembling hands, I accepted. When I got off the phone, I screamed so loud that my aunt came running from her apartment downstairs.
I have been a member of Victory Voices In Praise for over two years, and it just keeps getting better. The choir is like my second home. It has given me a place where I feel as though I belong. I rarely miss a practice, and I love traveling to different cities and states to sing with them. Being in the choir has helped me to realize that music is my passion. I cannot live without it in some shape or form-humming a tune, listening to a song, or saying a few lyrics to myself. Music makes me, me.
I know its not the best, but its a really rough first draft. All comments (on grammar, content, etc.) are welcome and appreciated. thanks! :)