Personal Narrative: I Want To Get To School
I wake up, eager to get to school. As I lay in my bunk bed, I scan the outside world and see the cars. The sun just rose and it's a little chilly outside. It was the 4th or 5th day of 6th grade and today we would choose new instruments for the band. I was considering switching to french horn, but my first pick was the tuba. In elementary school we could only play trumpet, clarinet, or saxophone.
When I get out of bed, I change and tell my family good morning as I walk into the kitchen, my body filling with adrenaline. After I eat my toast I tell my parents goodbye and race to school. The day goes by very fast. First period, second period, third period, fourth period, and fifth period. Lunch ends. My heart races as I enter the band room. It
is almost completely full. It is a normal day, but something feels different about it. Once everyone settles down Mr Yeager gives us an intro and starts handing out mouthpieces for the instruments. When he asks, “Who wants to play the tuba?” My hand shoots up into the air. He looks joyful that someone is willing to play tuba. When I get the tuba mouthpiece I’m amazed by how big it is. It covers your whole face! I think to myself. When I get the tuba Mr. Yeager tells me to play a low note, a high note and a middle note.
I take a deep breath and start blowing. It feels so delightful as my lips flutter in the mouthpiece. I can feel the ground vibrating as the deep, rich sound flows across the room. Everybody stops what they’re doing and look at me. When I return the tuba and the mouthpiece to Mr. Yeager I feel a little lightheaded, but I’m confident that I would play it through middle school, high school, and college. Sixth period ends, but I’m still very glad that I tried out the tuba. When the seventh period ends I walk to the bike racks feeling very good about myself. Once I get home, I tell my brother and my sister about the good news but they mostly ignore me. I now sit next to the bari-sax and the trombones and the clarinets sit in front of us.
I always wanted to play tuba, but in elementary school I thought that the trumpet was the tuba so I chose it. Now I play tuba, the instrument I always wanted to play.
When I get out of bed, I change and tell my family good morning as I walk into the kitchen, my body filling with adrenaline. After I eat my toast I tell my parents goodbye and race to school. The day goes by very fast. First period, second period, third period, fourth period, and fifth period. Lunch ends. My heart races as I enter the band room. It
is almost completely full. It is a normal day, but something feels different about it. Once everyone settles down Mr Yeager gives us an intro and starts handing out mouthpieces for the instruments. When he asks, “Who wants to play the tuba?” My hand shoots up into the air. He looks joyful that someone is willing to play tuba. When I get the tuba mouthpiece I’m amazed by how big it is. It covers your whole face! I think to myself. When I get the tuba Mr. Yeager tells me to play a low note, a high note and a middle note.
I take a deep breath and start blowing. It feels so delightful as my lips flutter in the mouthpiece. I can feel the ground vibrating as the deep, rich sound flows across the room. Everybody stops what they’re doing and look at me. When I return the tuba and the mouthpiece to Mr. Yeager I feel a little lightheaded, but I’m confident that I would play it through middle school, high school, and college. Sixth period ends, but I’m still very glad that I tried out the tuba. When the seventh period ends I walk to the bike racks feeling very good about myself. Once I get home, I tell my brother and my sister about the good news but they mostly ignore me. I now sit next to the bari-sax and the trombones and the clarinets sit in front of us.
I always wanted to play tuba, but in elementary school I thought that the trumpet was the tuba so I chose it. Now I play tuba, the instrument I always wanted to play.