For orchestra, the seniors are contributing to a thing (wow I’m really tired. I can’t think of the right words) for our last concert on Tuesday. We’re to write our thoughts on our time in the Marquette High School orchestras and send in a photo to be plastered on a wall for all to see. I kept debating whether or not I wanted to do this because, well, “for all to see”, but hey, I’m a senior, I do what I want! I ended up writing an entire page in 10-point font, I think. Whoops. But I’m a writer, what’s to be done? Also I’m really glad I can title this along with my alphabet thing because I was lost on what to do for “f”, haha. But here ya go:
My four years in the Marquette High School orchestras has been such a wonderful experience. From a freshman to a senior I’ve learned so much. At first, I was apprehensive at joining such a large group. It was way out of my comfort zone. There were so many different personalities like there are in every class, but that also was apparent in the way they played. Starting off in chamber, I was afraid to step even more out of my comfortable, quiet place in the back of the room, unseen and unheard. It was that way for most of my classes. I was often that kid who never spoke in public if she could help it and always talked quietly when she couldn’t. That was just who I was. Eventually―I like to think with immense help from this class and my teachers―I crawled ever so slowly from my tiny box. In just about everything I became more courageous, even if it took a painfully long time. I’m still that quiet, anxious girl, but I’ve grown up.
Though the pressure in chamber wasn’t enormous by any means, it was enough to keep me occupied. I wasn’t too invested in the class as my future still stretched out far before me; I still had plenty of time until I graduated. But as the end of high school began to drew near, I realized I wanted to do more, to be more. So, at the end of my second year of chamber, I’d decided to audition for concert. I was terrified. I’d doubted my skills over and over until I was no longer sure if I even wanted to audition anymore. But I kept going. I’d practiced more than I remembered for the short passages required. My focus was totally narrowed; I was going to make it. It would not be for nothing. I would improve even if it caused horrible mangling grief and frustration.
And I did. I’d made it to concert. With lessons, my skills honed more and more. I kept working at it, trying to become the best I could be, until finally I’d reached concertmaster status this year, my senior year. Granted, it was only of fifth hour, meaning that there were two principles of the first violins in concert orchestra, but it was a substantial step for me. And I couldn’t have made it this far without Mr. Nacy, my amazing, hilarious teacher; nor my sweet, patient lessons instructor Mrs. Lindquist, who’d retired last year but continued the lessons of her final two seniors until tonight. A huge thanks to both fantastic people.
Every day was a great day in orchestra. Unless there was a playing test, of course, but I’ll admit each test was a good tool for learning and practicing when we were not quite motivated to. It was the time of day when I could laugh at the strangeness of the orch dorks, even if my day ranged from bad to absolutely awful. I knew I could always count on that class to lift my spirits. I certainly had days where I wasn’t sure I wanted to be there, but I’d always end up with a smile near the end. I also especially enjoyed my time as a teacher aide. Even if I ended up with doing hardly anything but expertly flicking the lights on and off, witnessing the chamber class grow to improve has been really fun. It didn’t hurt that I was able finish all of my homework by the end of the school day there, too. Without a doubt, orchestra has been my favorite class with my favorite teacher. Thank you again for being so great, and for this class of weird kids.
I’m turning it in tomorrow, so any feedback probably won’t be helpful in editing at this point, but still appreciated nonetheless. It also took me a surprisingly long time to come up with something to write.
Probably my perfectionism wording everything a certain way darn it.