Personal Narrative: My First Violin
When I saw the violin for the first time, I knew I would play that instrument. I went to a show with my parents when I was a young girl- about four or five years old. The majority of the performance was the string orchestra. When I noticed the violins, they were mesmerizing. In my eyes, the violin was a beautiful and graceful instrument. The unique shape and color was the greatest part. It was then that I decided that I wanted to play an instrument. The first time I tried the violin was in third grade at school. I did not know anything about the violin, which made me doubtful and nervous for my first lesson. As time passed during the year I knew I was doing poorly in my lessons; I was frustrated and angry that I was not doing as well as the other students. I wanted to quit violin and try a different instrument. Fortunately, I met Miss Baisch. She was a kind and compassionate woman, who changed my life forever.
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They were beautiful and elegant. When third grade came I picked out my first violin. Then came the first day of lessons with the third grade orchestra teacher. I was not very good at the violin and during lessons I did not do as well as the other students. I thought I would never improve. One day I pondered the thought of discontinuing the violin. I explained this to my mom. She said to persevere and that someday I would become and amazing violinist. I continued playing for the next four years, improving a little bit each year. However, towards the end of sixth grade, the thought of quitting set foot in my head again. When I came to seventh grade, I met a wonderful teacher named Miss
They were beautiful and elegant. When third grade came I picked out my first violin. Then came the first day of lessons with the third grade orchestra teacher. I was not very good at the violin and during lessons I did not do as well as the other students. I thought I would never improve. One day I pondered the thought of discontinuing the violin. I explained this to my mom. She said to persevere and that someday I would become and amazing violinist. I continued playing for the next four years, improving a little bit each year. However, towards the end of sixth grade, the thought of quitting set foot in my head again. When I came to seventh grade, I met a wonderful teacher named Miss