My Crucible
In order to know what my crucible is the word needs to be understood. A crucible is a literary device in which a character is put through a series of trials. The character is pushed to their very limits. Their mettle is strengthened to become even stronger. My crucible is my first year of band camp when I was in 8th grade. As I tell the story, why this is my crucible will become very clear.
Being in the high school band is something I take pride in. My first year being involved with the high school band was in 8th grade. That was my first year marching with the high school. This was also the year I learned the pithy, “To be on time is to be late, to be early is to be on time.” For band we had rehearsals every Wednesday in the band …show more content…
During the last two weeks of August, we have rehearsals Monday-Friday from 9AM-4PM. In the first day alone, I had a terrible time. I tipped off someone so that they punched me in the stomach, and in combination with me eating dairy, I had a bad day. For most of the day, I was sitting in the shade not marching with everyone else. Even then, someone was being insidious to me by calling me weak. I doing my best to ignore the criticism of being called weak. Eventually the criticism went to my head. It didn’t help that the same person who called me weak, also was at my neck about marching in step. Admittedly, I still have some trouble marching in time with the rest of the band, it just annoys when the particular person criticizes me. The only reason why the argument of me being very weak at the time was validated, was after we marched, I complained to my newfound friends how my arms were tired. This was compared to my newfound friends, there was 2 trumpets, 1 trombone, 1 snare drum, 1 tenor sax, 1 clarinet, and a female flute. I grew tired of being criticized for being weak, thus I decided that I needed to get stronger. I have been working to become stronger in order to stop the criticism. I had to go and encroach what I was normally capable of in order for me to stop the criticism. The constant criticism made me look at life and society with a more negative view, but the negativity wasn’t
Being in the high school band is something I take pride in. My first year being involved with the high school band was in 8th grade. That was my first year marching with the high school. This was also the year I learned the pithy, “To be on time is to be late, to be early is to be on time.” For band we had rehearsals every Wednesday in the band …show more content…
During the last two weeks of August, we have rehearsals Monday-Friday from 9AM-4PM. In the first day alone, I had a terrible time. I tipped off someone so that they punched me in the stomach, and in combination with me eating dairy, I had a bad day. For most of the day, I was sitting in the shade not marching with everyone else. Even then, someone was being insidious to me by calling me weak. I doing my best to ignore the criticism of being called weak. Eventually the criticism went to my head. It didn’t help that the same person who called me weak, also was at my neck about marching in step. Admittedly, I still have some trouble marching in time with the rest of the band, it just annoys when the particular person criticizes me. The only reason why the argument of me being very weak at the time was validated, was after we marched, I complained to my newfound friends how my arms were tired. This was compared to my newfound friends, there was 2 trumpets, 1 trombone, 1 snare drum, 1 tenor sax, 1 clarinet, and a female flute. I grew tired of being criticized for being weak, thus I decided that I needed to get stronger. I have been working to become stronger in order to stop the criticism. I had to go and encroach what I was normally capable of in order for me to stop the criticism. The constant criticism made me look at life and society with a more negative view, but the negativity wasn’t