Prompt: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
This is a really rough draft of my essay, and I realize it needs a lot of work. Any help, criticism, and/or advice you can give me on it would be amazing.
The ending is kid of rough as well, and definitely needs some help. Thank you in advance!
Also, I'll read any essay you need if you'd like as well, I'd love to help. :)
Santa Rosa is a wonderful city, a city where I have spent practically my whole life. It even ranked number five in the top ten happiest cities in the country according to a gallup poll, and that is something that I believe and see to be true for as long as I've lived here. I have been privileged to grow up in a home with a family who has supported me in everything that I have held passion for: music, education, and all the random sports that I have tried my hand at. They even supported me when I decided to switch high schools from the highly regarded academic school to the art school in our area, keeping in mind only what I wished for. It was a lengthy process, but well worth the work.
Art has always been incredibly evident in my life, specifically in the form of music. My mother tells me that I get my love of sound from my Grandfather, someone I unfortunately never had the opportunity to meet; I've heard all the stories of late nights around the fire with piano in the background, and of the jazzy sound of a trumpet, delightful with joy. Lessons began for me almost as soon as I could walk. I began with piano, as every child seems to do; in fifth grade I switched to a new school and our band director came in the first day with a surprise: he had brought some people to play for us. That day I came home, ten times more excited than the morning when I'd left, and the first thing I'd said to my parents was. "I want to play the oboe," with the biggest smile stretching across my face from ear to ear. They never told me that I couldn't, or that I wasn't allowed because it was too expensive a commitment for someone so young, they faced my request with brave encouragement. Their hope and their help was their greatest gift to me.My oboe teacher has begun to say, as a joke to new parents, "Fair warning, reeds shall be your downfall. You should encourage your child to take up farming now so that way on their own in this career they'll at least be able to feed themselves." I have learned what dedication means-for myself and for my parents-and I have amazing respect now for what it takes to love something so much that there is no choice but to pour your heart into it with everything you've got. I love music; were it up to me, my life would be full of music, but I have also learned to value an education. I have watched my parents work hard to support me and our family. I have watched my younger sister try to "catch up" to her older sister, working twice as hard as I ever did. I have watched my friends work impossibly hard on their school and on their work. All of the people that I love and admire are the same people that push me and keep eyes out for me; they inspire me every day to put my all into everything. This is my world, and everything in it has helped me realize that hard work, whether it be in something you love to do or in something you have to do, will always reward itself. To combine music and school is my dream, and I know that now and won't ever forget it.
This is a really rough draft of my essay, and I realize it needs a lot of work. Any help, criticism, and/or advice you can give me on it would be amazing.
The ending is kid of rough as well, and definitely needs some help. Thank you in advance!
Also, I'll read any essay you need if you'd like as well, I'd love to help. :)
Santa Rosa is a wonderful city, a city where I have spent practically my whole life. It even ranked number five in the top ten happiest cities in the country according to a gallup poll, and that is something that I believe and see to be true for as long as I've lived here. I have been privileged to grow up in a home with a family who has supported me in everything that I have held passion for: music, education, and all the random sports that I have tried my hand at. They even supported me when I decided to switch high schools from the highly regarded academic school to the art school in our area, keeping in mind only what I wished for. It was a lengthy process, but well worth the work.
Art has always been incredibly evident in my life, specifically in the form of music. My mother tells me that I get my love of sound from my Grandfather, someone I unfortunately never had the opportunity to meet; I've heard all the stories of late nights around the fire with piano in the background, and of the jazzy sound of a trumpet, delightful with joy. Lessons began for me almost as soon as I could walk. I began with piano, as every child seems to do; in fifth grade I switched to a new school and our band director came in the first day with a surprise: he had brought some people to play for us. That day I came home, ten times more excited than the morning when I'd left, and the first thing I'd said to my parents was. "I want to play the oboe," with the biggest smile stretching across my face from ear to ear. They never told me that I couldn't, or that I wasn't allowed because it was too expensive a commitment for someone so young, they faced my request with brave encouragement. Their hope and their help was their greatest gift to me.