My Moment In My Life

Two months after school started, I crashed into a state of depression. After being told multiple times that there would be no way out of means since my sousaphone and tuba skills outmatch the majority of the same instruments section, I then concluded that I will forever suffer by playing sousaphone and tuba. I now felt like I was enslaved into the sousaphone and that the only way out was ending my life. The following Thursday was the day I finally mentioned of a possibility of committing suicide because I felt it would get me out of playing sousaphone. Despite longing for an escape route out of life, I cleared my issue the day later. I finally resolved this issue by discussing with the high school band director. He would let me do something I dreamed of for a long time. The solution was that I would march baritone saxophone in my sophomore

One of my main passions in life is music. But I haven’t always been sure that music is the right choice for me. Multiple times since I picked up a clarinet for the first time in fifth grade, I have doubted that I should continue in my school's band program. It was challenging, time consuming, and after all, I didn’t want to play clarinet in the first place. I originally wanted to play the flute, but that dream was quickly shot down during my instrument fitting. It was suggested that I try my hand at clarinet since it appeared to come more naturally to me. So after some deliberation and coaxing from my family, I took the plunge. I had no way of knowing much of an impact that small decision would eventually make on my life.

It was all fun and games, but in middle school we would be auditioning for our chairs in the band. I’ve always been doubtful of myself, so I was expecting to be third chair or maybe second if I was lucky. I had a ton of competition because the clarinet isn’t an uncommon instrument to play, and when the day came to audition nerves fluttered throughout my stomach. He asked if there were any volunteers. We all sat silently praying to God that someone would choose to go first, so he wouldn’t have to pick randomly. After that one brave soul, it was basically all random picking, and eventually my named was called. A million thoughts clouded my mind as I was walking towards his room. I had never really auditioned for anything before, and all my worries hit me as I opened the door. I placed my music, filled with little notes to help me as I played, on the music stand. I began to wonder if I had practiced enough. Would I start off my middle school band career with a bang or would I be blown away by the competition? All the noise in my head hushed as my band teacher informed me it was time to begin. I was

When I entered into high school as a freshman, I walked the halls of my new school, inspired, fascinated by all the opportunities that are offered. I’m struck with the confidence to make a name for myself. I see a chance in the sports or music. I start off my year at the bottom like a plant seed ready to sprout. I began with joining the marching band. Everyone around me looked at me as an immature kid and later they spoke to me in a way of a failure at music however, I kept my head up. I began to swim in tears over their words until my heart spoke out (These kids don’t know how hard you worked and for that they have no right to judge you!) I stopped sobbing and began to think about all the competitions I entered to get better and how hard I worked how far I had come. In fact, I thought of their words as a way motivation. I started to practice my music

When I joined the concert band I joined so I could learn about music so eventually I could make my own music in my free time and I never truly expected to go far in the band; I failed my first playing test. But after a while I started putting some effort into playing, then the next year I heard about an audition for a band that takes only the best students of their grade to form one colossal band. I practiced for four months until the actual audition and the auditioning practice took quite a prolonged time due to the sheer amount of pupils. In the room where I auditioned it was quiet and all you could hear was me. When I was finished, I felt rickety thanks to my rather bland and consequently boring ending. To me, I speculated that I wouldn’t

The floor beneath me suddenly seemed to shake and I fell with my hand in hand, which automatically disqualied me for a chance at being section leader. My band director had a famous saying, “if you can’t control your horn, then how will you be able to control a section”. Throughout the remainder of the football season, I franticly tried to make up for my mistake by doing anything and everything to show the band captions and band directors that I would be a good section leader. I over extended myself, I gave band too much of my attention, time, and energy. Over the course of the football season I began to deeply regret joining the band and playing music, I started to hate it. In actuality it wasn’t the band I disliked, but all of the extra work I put on myself in order to have another chance at being section leader. After months of living, sleeping, and breathing band I finally decided to quit. Some people would call this distraction a waste of precious time that I can never recover, but I see it differently. My experience thought me a valuable lesson, sometimes we ruin what we have by searching for something we don’t

When I was seven I was running and someone pushed me and I fell and hit my head on a window seal and cut my head open.I was immediately rushed to the hospital and when we got there we sat in the waiting room and I was dripping blood all over the floor so when the nurses noticed they ran and got the tool to get my head fixed and i had to get eight staples in my skull.They did it in the waiting room because they said if I lost anymore blood I could have passed out.

When I was accepted into New York University it was one of the greatest moments of my life. However, growing up, I had been told by my grade school teachers that I wasn’t sufficiently brilliant and wouldn’t amount to much. I believe that’s part of the reason why I endured what I did during my attendance at New York University because I felt as if I had a point to prove. The point was that nothing would prevent me from earning my degree and that I’d be somebody one day. Amid late spring, I worked at ROSS Stores and set aside $800 to bear the cost of a flat in New York City for the fall of 2015. Hoping to move into my dream apartment that I discovered by the means of Craigslist I wound up being defrauded out of my funds. I instantly started searching for other housing alternatives and I just happened to come across an article about a former student scandalously known as the “Bobst Boy”. He earned the nickname after becoming homeless and sleeping in Elmer Holmes Bobst Library for a semester during his senior year. Our library’s basement had two lower levels that stayed open 24/7 for studying and overnight projects. Now out of both money and hope I took a page from his book, refusing to check into a city shelter I figured this was the most convenient, temporary, and safe option for me. I walked through Washington Square Park with my luggage and began to hand out clothes to the homeless women in the park and dumped anything else I felt I didn’t need. At that point, I crossed the

We all have that moment in life that changes us in some ways. I think back at events in my life, as an example the births of my children that caused me to grow into a mother and the woman I am today. However, there is a moment in my life, after my children, I was psychologically lost. This moment changed my life forever!

“The most beautiful moment in life may not come as soon as you think and once you have it, it doesn’t always last forever or end the day you have it. It lasts for however long you wish for this moment to last within your own life,” read the colorless poster on the wall above my bed. I honestly thought this was complete and utter idiocy, considering the fact that this quote were to be based on their absolute perception of this world. The creator of this quote were to have been refusing to fully comprehend that not everyone is treated with the same respect as others and may live a devastating life to the extent that they cannot create a beautiful moment in life now, nor in the future.

Have you ever encountered a tragic moment and saved someone’s life? All of a sudden I was the only one that could help because everyone else was in shock. The bravest moment of my life that surprised me was giving CPR to a man in a restaurant.

I believe the moment that means the most to me in life is the one that I thought I could never achieve. The feeling of uncertainty about taking the GED test was something that overwhelmed me. Every year I would pick up the books that had been stored away and try again to see if I was ready. Each time I would walk away thinking, “I’m just not ready yet,” and this became a pattern for many years. The day I walked out of the testing center for the last time I walked away with a feeling of accomplishment I had never quite known. Taking the GED test led me to believe that I should be proud of my accomplishments.

It started as any other Friday. I had just walked home from school. My brother, Ethan, was already there when I opened the door and walked into my house. He always got out of school early on Friday. My mom came around the corner and said “Hi Alex! How was school?” I told her it was ok. I went through the normal routine of throwing my backpack next to my desk to do any work after I ate. I sat down at the table and my mother gave me some tomato pasta to eat for lunch. After I finished eating I went back to my desk. I found that for once, I had very little, only two pages of math. I thought to myself “What a sight for sore eyes.” I plugged in my headphones and went to work. Around forty-five minutes later I had finished and realized I had all

Old moments that come to stay spinning in my head, making me cry, laugh, and contemplate. Those beautiful moments that will never be repeated, because they have gone with the wind leaving coldness. Those moments that tomorrow we will not see because you has left. Now you're flying in the other world, watching over us.

What a beautiful day. Sun’s out, flowers are all bloomed, boys playin’ baseball at the ballpark across the street. Today just couldn’t be better. I see those boys and I can’t help remembering what could have been. I am now 73 but when I was younger, I was a natural ballplayer. Baseball was my life. I would get compliments almost daily of how well I’d played the night before. It was my life. Suddenly in the middle of nowhere I seemed to be growing younger! The world around my was changing! As all this was happening I walked down to the ballpark. I was my 12 year old self! My old buddies, most of whom had now passed away, were playing. “Ryder! What’s up man?” Julian said. I was so startled that it was actually him I was nearly brought to tears. After a warm welcome from my buddies, Jackson tossed me a bat and told me I was up at the plate. I stepped into the box, I could smell the dirt, the grass, everything. It was so wonderful. I picked up some dirt, rubbed it on my hands and was ready to go. Jackson came set, ready to deliver the first pitch I’d seen in the last 50 some odd years. He lifted his leg, pulled his arm back, and strode towards home plate. The ball left his hand, I could see every seam, every dirt mark on that ball. I started my motion, the ball was right there. All I could focus on was hitting that dang ball.