When I initially landed in America to live with my mom after being raised by my grandparents, I remained in third grade and knew just a handful of English words. As a single parent, my mother needed to leave for work early every morning, while I went to school on my little purple bicycle with shimmering streamers. Although I coveted other kids, all of them dutifully sent to and picked up from school, I never regretted my situations. My lifestyle helped me end up being more independent. After school, I came home to a small, lonely home, having a hard time to finish reading a photo book as I waited for my mom. Sure enough, the hours alone gone by quickly as I started to take a trip with the characters of the Magic Tree House series. One after another, I gobbled the chapters up and quickly moved onto the darker adventures of Jane Eyre and The Iliad.
Music was another relied on companion when I was house alone. Notes drifted off my piano and painted the empty space. The toy baton flew in the air and brought me to my fledgling dream of ending up being the intermediate school band drum significant, and soon enough, creativity became truth. I felt so proud, leading the group around the streets for my city’s Rodeo Parade, up until I saw my very first high school marching band field reveal. Viewing 300 individuals walking around on the field in synchronicity, developing stunning shapes, I could only envision what it should feel like to be part of such vast coordination.
Joining my high school band was like stepping into another world. Two times a week, with sun block slathered all over me, I stood under the blisteringly hot sun, trying to keep my breath up as I moved my feet in time with the insistent metronome. Staying up to date with my band commitments needed me to dedicate my full psychological capability– both skill and effort– to developing something rewarding.
Our band director and section leaders were part of what kept us returning: they required the very best from each of us and encouraged us to go beyond our limits; they fostered a loving and supportive environment; they were my role models. In my junior and senior years, I was appointed leader of our 40-member flute area. The memories that band has offered me are what I wished to give back by taking this kind of initiative– by sharing the pleasure and sociability.
At every phase of my life, I delighted in the obstacles and chances presented to me. From the humblest of starts, I moved on to the serendipity of my marching band and all the people in it. They taught me lessons about the value of commitment and determination, the power of team effort. With confidence in my abilities, I look forward to the next phase: the rewards of hard work, the possibility of constant change, and professors and schoolmates who share my imagine constructing a much better world– and much better selves– together.