I have this essay for my senior college prep english class and tomarrow the kids are correcting our papers, then having the teacher grade them. Since most of the kids in my class are idiots, they won't correct even for spelling if I know them well enough, thus when the teacher receives 'the corrected' paper from the student corrector, I'll be happy to note that I'll probably fail. Anyways, thats why i come to you guys. Here take a look, if yall see any mistakes could you point them out to me? Anything: Organization, unity, transitions, beginnings and endings, organization, spelling, grammar.
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This is the 99% true story about me growing up and the drums. (I dont have a title yet)
I?ve been around music my whole life, and I believe I finally found an instrument that?s suits me. The drums have always pushed me to work harder, make better judgments, and also help to relieve stress.
It all started when I was seven years old. My father had been in a band, and played bass guitar. I had come to watch his band play about once a week. I was always interested in his drummer?s ability to play fast as fast as he did, yet still remain focused. One day I had the chance to sit behind the drums. Sitting there made me feel like I shrunk a little because the drums were so much larger than me at the time, but I think I grew up a little that day.
As the years flew by, at ten years old, my last year of elementary school was coming to a close. I joined the elementary band and played the bass drum. However my attitude towards staying after school and learning an instrument that I wasn?t very good at changed. So I quit the elementary school band. I thought my early path as a young musician was at a dead end.
A few years later, I was thirteen now. I joined the Middle School?s Band. Looking to play percussion once again, this time for the drums. To my dismay, I later learned that there was more to percussion than just the drums. I was stuck to just playing a single element of the drums, which had been to stand there and hit a single symbol with a cotton ball drum stick. As history repeated itself, I dropped out of the school band due to a growing urge to just want to get closer to a drum set instead of just a cymbal.
My dad?s band continued forward. His band prospered and played all across the state. Even some national shows too. As the years rolled on, I grew more and more jealous to watch his drummer play the drums like he did. As his band became more and more serious, he invested some money into our basement and made it into a band rehearsal studio. Since his band only had band practice once a week, the studio had been empty most of the time. I went over to the drum set when my parents weren?t home and played my heart out. Horrible it may have been but the fact that me not being able to play very well motivated me to work harder. My dad?s band dissolved and I came up with the courage to ask him for my first drum set. His old drummer gave me the one that was down in the studio.
Two years later, being 18 now, I?m playing like never before. Next year I will be playing for my dad, and possibly already doing Summerfest, if not next year, two years from now for sure. The concert to end my day?s in high school, however, is in May when I play for my high school in front of seven hundred people. I?ve got my own band who?s as determined if not more than me, we?ve all been friends for years and have come together to form our very own band. Now I?m in the drummer?s chair having young learners look up to me.
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This is the 99% true story about me growing up and the drums. (I dont have a title yet)
I?ve been around music my whole life, and I believe I finally found an instrument that?s suits me. The drums have always pushed me to work harder, make better judgments, and also help to relieve stress.
It all started when I was seven years old. My father had been in a band, and played bass guitar. I had come to watch his band play about once a week. I was always interested in his drummer?s ability to play fast as fast as he did, yet still remain focused. One day I had the chance to sit behind the drums. Sitting there made me feel like I shrunk a little because the drums were so much larger than me at the time, but I think I grew up a little that day.
As the years flew by, at ten years old, my last year of elementary school was coming to a close. I joined the elementary band and played the bass drum. However my attitude towards staying after school and learning an instrument that I wasn?t very good at changed. So I quit the elementary school band. I thought my early path as a young musician was at a dead end.
A few years later, I was thirteen now. I joined the Middle School?s Band. Looking to play percussion once again, this time for the drums. To my dismay, I later learned that there was more to percussion than just the drums. I was stuck to just playing a single element of the drums, which had been to stand there and hit a single symbol with a cotton ball drum stick. As history repeated itself, I dropped out of the school band due to a growing urge to just want to get closer to a drum set instead of just a cymbal.
My dad?s band continued forward. His band prospered and played all across the state. Even some national shows too. As the years rolled on, I grew more and more jealous to watch his drummer play the drums like he did. As his band became more and more serious, he invested some money into our basement and made it into a band rehearsal studio. Since his band only had band practice once a week, the studio had been empty most of the time. I went over to the drum set when my parents weren?t home and played my heart out. Horrible it may have been but the fact that me not being able to play very well motivated me to work harder. My dad?s band dissolved and I came up with the courage to ask him for my first drum set. His old drummer gave me the one that was down in the studio.
Two years later, being 18 now, I?m playing like never before. Next year I will be playing for my dad, and possibly already doing Summerfest, if not next year, two years from now for sure. The concert to end my day?s in high school, however, is in May when I play for my high school in front of seven hundred people. I?ve got my own band who?s as determined if not more than me, we?ve all been friends for years and have come together to form our very own band. Now I?m in the drummer?s chair having young learners look up to me.
