I was in fifth grade when I started playing music. It was pretty much what everybody did in fifth grade because that's when we're allowed to play in the school band. Most of the kids only  joined because it meant we would miss a class during the day but I joined because I loved music and wanted to accel in the studies of music!
No Seriously!
Okay okay to be honest… I was just like the rest of the kids who wanted to skip class.
But that's beside the point !
Anyways, the instrument I decided to play was percussion. I knew from the start I wanted to play percussion. When I saw the drums I ran over to them instantly!
That's not true either,
Percussion was actually my last choice because I couldn't make sound out of any of the other instruments. The cool thing about playing percussion is that the first step is keeping a good tempo. Luckily, I had that.
I kept practicing.
And practicing.
And practicing.
And…..
Boy was I annoyed.
But after a while it got fun.  All that repetition helped me form the needed skills for playing correctly. I was playing harder music. I was reading music faster. I started really loving percussion. Right now I'm in ninth grade.Playing High school music is much different than playing fifth grade music, but I love the challenge.
Huh
Fifth grade me would be laughing at the ninth grade me
(Mockingly and laughing )
Eww. Olivia has to be joking! She actually likes playing music!.
(Pause)
I'm going to keep playing percussion.
It makes me happy.
(Realization)
It's part of what makes me , me.
Thanks, fifth grade me for wanting to skip class.

I was in fifth grade when I started playing music. It was pretty much what everybody did in fifth grade because that's when we're allowed to play in the school band. Most of the kids only  joined because it meant we would miss a class during the day but I joined because I loved music and wanted to accel in the studies of music!
No Seriously!
Okay okay to be honest… I was just like the rest of the kids. (Clarify)
But that's beside the point !
Anyways, the instrument I decided to play was percussion. I knew from the start I wanted to play percussion. When I saw the drums I ran over to them instantly!
That's not true either,
Percussion was actually my last choice because I couldn't make sound out of any of the other instruments. The cool thing about playing percussion is that the first step is keeping a good tempo. Luckily, I had that.
I kept practicing.
And practicing.
And practicing.
And…..
Boy was I annoyed.
But after a while it got fun.  All that repetition helped me form the needed skills for playing correctly. I was playing harder music. I was reading music faster. I started really loving percussion.
(Pause)
I'm going to keep playing percussion.
It makes me happy.
(Realization)
It's part of what makes me , me.
Thanks, fifth grade me for wanting to skip class.

Talk more about how much you love percussion.

I am me, not really sure what that is yet.

When I started playing music up to now and where I want to go in the future with it.

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Blog #1

So, I’m not confident… like at all. I really want to be though so I decided to join this theater class. You’re probably reading this and thinking, “oh but I know you have some confidence Olivia because you are starting to participate more and being a bit louder’, but right after I raise my voice a little louder, I freak out. Like I’m anxious the whole rest of the day. Why am I so anxious the rest of the day? All I want to do is be a bit louder and be confident. I just get nervous that people will think smalley or little of me if I don’t present one hundred percent correctly. I don't want people to think I’m too loud, or too crazy so I try to keep it in. Last year, I didn’t talk very much and didn’t socialize with anyone… and I felt sad because I was always alone in the library doing puzzles or getting my homework done when it wasn’t even due for two more weeks. Everyone liked me though, everyone thought I was a cute little kid who was quiet and studious. And I am studious and I was in eighth grade, but to be honest with you, I’m really not THAT quiet.  When I got to the second semester of last year, I started to realize something.  Everyone didn't have a problem with me, everyone didn’t see me as a threat, because I didn’t have a voice. I wasn’t a threat or seen  like I had any source of power because I didn’t even say  ONE WORD last year. I didn’t want to say a single word  last year. I want to say more words this year. I want to have a voice. But I feel like I won’t be seen as sweet anymore. Maybe they’ll see me more as a threat. I don’t know. What do you think? Do you think I should have a voice? Should I care about what other people think? I just don’t want to be seen like I changed. If I had a voice, a stronger voice, not meaning a high pitched voice (haha), but I voice where I seemed confident. Where I’m not saying “hi” like the person saying hi to me is a … killer I don’t know. But back to the point. I joined this class for an important reason. I want to challenge myself. I want to challenge myself to have a voice. I want to challenge myself to talk with confidence. To stand with confidence. To not care too much what others think. I also want to be able to convey a message effectively. Those are my goals.