I have literally been working on this Topic C essay since the beginning of summer. I am having the most difficult time relating the topic back to the prompt and keeping things smooth sailing while still answering the prompt. Every essay I have deleted just seemed boring and dreadful to read. I end up just listing classes I have taken and things that yes, will help me for my "future goals" but ultimately makes me want to shoot myself just reading it. I am confused on whether I should be creative with this prompt or should go back to my boring list of accomplishments.
The topic is:
Considering your lifetime goals, discuss how your current and future academic and extra-curricular activities might help you achieve your goals.
It's alright Ma, I'm only Bleeding
Have you ever remembered a time or moment or maybe even a period of time in your life, exactly how it was? Everything ranging from the tone in that one person's voice to the drop in your stomach and the feelings evoked during that memory makes it seem nothing short of a memory. You seal your eyes at night as your mind wanders and grasps a glimpse of your timeline. The blackness dissolves and spreads over your shut eyes as you recall that memory. When you think back to that night or day, was it something that changed your life? Was it something that turned your world upright or upside down? Or, was it just another memory ready to be forgotten? Out of all the sensory objects and details in your mind that you remember from the depths of your personal memory lane, was music one of them? The song, artist, decade, and album. Do you have a pin-point of each song that is associated with that filament in your mind?
It's hard describing why music is such a big part of my life with out the cliché "I-started-playing-the-guitar-at-age-11" speech. Because although I did take it upon myself to start playing the guitar at age 11, music is much more than that. My whole life hasn't been a legitimate musical and no, not every song played every moment I could breath. Every moment I can recall, however, has melodies written all over it.
When I look back and reminisce, I see myself at different ages and stages in random memories that actually aren't' all that random. Attached with those memories are melodies, lyrics, and beats that all played a crucial part in my life.
Crying and reading the attempted suicide letter of my sister while questioning the typical identity crisis of a 7th grader, all I hear is "Don't cry. Don't raise your eye. It's only teenage wasteland." If you sang along in your head while reading those lyrics, you probably understand the beauty behind that song just as much as I do.
"You just kinda wasted all my precious time, but don't think twice it's alright." This Bob Dylan song plays while I sat in a friends closet for privacy crying; seconds after I experienced my first high school heartbreak via phone call.
"The stars at night are big and bright (I hope you're clapping) deep in the heart of Texas." I had this song on repeat on my dreaded flight to move to California.
"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you might find, you get what you need." This was my favorite, as I found out my mother hated San Francisco and wanted to move back home.
But the most important for this essay anyway, would be Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix. Now the lyrics aren't the most school-appropriate, but at age 10, the guitar riffs were all I needed to hear. Jimi Hendrix's riffs were ultimately the reason I asked my mom for guitar lessons. It could be seen as the song that "started it all."
My free time growing up has been falling into the net of music, getting intrapped and wrapped up by lyrics that pull me together, or tear me apart. The music has always been there instinctively to help me survive the trials of life. The music is the part I enjoy and the part that can, with one song, make me cry solely from the aspects of the song. All of the 3 years of retaking AP music theory courses, 4 years of classical guitar ensembles, 1 year of choir performances, and 6 years of private guitar lessons have all been the things I know will take me to the future that I want to live. A life bleeding of music.
The topic is:
Considering your lifetime goals, discuss how your current and future academic and extra-curricular activities might help you achieve your goals.
It's alright Ma, I'm only Bleeding
Have you ever remembered a time or moment or maybe even a period of time in your life, exactly how it was? Everything ranging from the tone in that one person's voice to the drop in your stomach and the feelings evoked during that memory makes it seem nothing short of a memory. You seal your eyes at night as your mind wanders and grasps a glimpse of your timeline. The blackness dissolves and spreads over your shut eyes as you recall that memory. When you think back to that night or day, was it something that changed your life? Was it something that turned your world upright or upside down? Or, was it just another memory ready to be forgotten? Out of all the sensory objects and details in your mind that you remember from the depths of your personal memory lane, was music one of them? The song, artist, decade, and album. Do you have a pin-point of each song that is associated with that filament in your mind?
It's hard describing why music is such a big part of my life with out the cliché "I-started-playing-the-guitar-at-age-11" speech. Because although I did take it upon myself to start playing the guitar at age 11, music is much more than that. My whole life hasn't been a legitimate musical and no, not every song played every moment I could breath. Every moment I can recall, however, has melodies written all over it.
When I look back and reminisce, I see myself at different ages and stages in random memories that actually aren't' all that random. Attached with those memories are melodies, lyrics, and beats that all played a crucial part in my life.
Crying and reading the attempted suicide letter of my sister while questioning the typical identity crisis of a 7th grader, all I hear is "Don't cry. Don't raise your eye. It's only teenage wasteland." If you sang along in your head while reading those lyrics, you probably understand the beauty behind that song just as much as I do.
"You just kinda wasted all my precious time, but don't think twice it's alright." This Bob Dylan song plays while I sat in a friends closet for privacy crying; seconds after I experienced my first high school heartbreak via phone call.
"The stars at night are big and bright (I hope you're clapping) deep in the heart of Texas." I had this song on repeat on my dreaded flight to move to California.
"You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you might find, you get what you need." This was my favorite, as I found out my mother hated San Francisco and wanted to move back home.
But the most important for this essay anyway, would be Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix. Now the lyrics aren't the most school-appropriate, but at age 10, the guitar riffs were all I needed to hear. Jimi Hendrix's riffs were ultimately the reason I asked my mom for guitar lessons. It could be seen as the song that "started it all."
My free time growing up has been falling into the net of music, getting intrapped and wrapped up by lyrics that pull me together, or tear me apart. The music has always been there instinctively to help me survive the trials of life. The music is the part I enjoy and the part that can, with one song, make me cry solely from the aspects of the song. All of the 3 years of retaking AP music theory courses, 4 years of classical guitar ensembles, 1 year of choir performances, and 6 years of private guitar lessons have all been the things I know will take me to the future that I want to live. A life bleeding of music.
