Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
I look through the rectangular window into the largest room in the high school. A room that houses four talented groups. A place I call my 'second home'. The Band Room.
I peer through the window and see the chairs meticulously set up for the next class, my favorite of the day, orchestra. Each is placed in a perfect row facing the Director's stand. I look to the back wall and see numerous trophies on shelves and plaques lined perfectly on the adjacent wall. Oh, how much I love walking into this room full of hard work and accomplishment.
But when I look into this room, I see more than the trophies and the plaques. Over the past four years of rehearsing in this room, I have grown as a student and as a musician. I see a place where I have learned to live and understand myself. In this room, I have felt more emotion than in any other room: my Passion for music, the Joy of playing it, the Exciting rush of such powerful pieces, but also Frustration with challenging pieces which is counteracted by the Satisfaction of performing them with a talented group after the hours of hard work spent on perfecting the tiniest of details.
And recently, I have felt Anger as a result of my final seating audition which placed me near the back of the first violin section. I was infuriated with myself for losing concentration during the critical part of the audition: sight-reading, but I was even more furious with the Director. After three years, he had complemented me highly on this, what had I done? After several days of utter frustration, I told myself to deal with it. I knew I was a good musician, and so did my friends. I didn't need someone else deciding it for me. I decided to put the issue aside and enjoy my final year from a new perspective, digging out the hidden good pieces from the unpleasant bad one.
I'm over the 300 word limit by about 60 words...I wanted to add more but I couldn't. Is this topic a good idea?? I am trying to show that I have grown in this room and have pretty much 'lived' in this room. All help appreciated!! :) I feel like the end needs help too.
I look through the rectangular window into the largest room in the high school. A room that houses four talented groups. A place I call my 'second home'. The Band Room.
I peer through the window and see the chairs meticulously set up for the next class, my favorite of the day, orchestra. Each is placed in a perfect row facing the Director's stand. I look to the back wall and see numerous trophies on shelves and plaques lined perfectly on the adjacent wall. Oh, how much I love walking into this room full of hard work and accomplishment.
But when I look into this room, I see more than the trophies and the plaques. Over the past four years of rehearsing in this room, I have grown as a student and as a musician. I see a place where I have learned to live and understand myself. In this room, I have felt more emotion than in any other room: my Passion for music, the Joy of playing it, the Exciting rush of such powerful pieces, but also Frustration with challenging pieces which is counteracted by the Satisfaction of performing them with a talented group after the hours of hard work spent on perfecting the tiniest of details.
And recently, I have felt Anger as a result of my final seating audition which placed me near the back of the first violin section. I was infuriated with myself for losing concentration during the critical part of the audition: sight-reading, but I was even more furious with the Director. After three years, he had complemented me highly on this, what had I done? After several days of utter frustration, I told myself to deal with it. I knew I was a good musician, and so did my friends. I didn't need someone else deciding it for me. I decided to put the issue aside and enjoy my final year from a new perspective, digging out the hidden good pieces from the unpleasant bad one.
I'm over the 300 word limit by about 60 words...I wanted to add more but I couldn't. Is this topic a good idea?? I am trying to show that I have grown in this room and have pretty much 'lived' in this room. All help appreciated!! :) I feel like the end needs help too.
