Sep 12 2012
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Sep 12 2012
Plastic Me
And it comes down to stopping and realizing who you are, and what surrounds you.
Sep 12 2012
Lessons From My Cap
Of course, when I put on my cap in the morning, it reminded me to be grateful for my health. But it also showed me something else. I realized that there’s always an opportunity to make people feel more comfortable. Not necessarily in such a distinct way as covering my head in Camp Simcha, but every day, in different situations, there is something I can do to make someone else feel good, even if its just a quick smile. It may not always be the thing I want to do, but life’s not always about what’s comfortable for me. The lesson I take from my cap is to be sensitive to others and put their needs before my own.
Sep 11 2012
My Authentic Moment
Everything had to be prepared from the scratch, from recruiting, choosing a song piece, transposing, analysis, conducting, and playing. It seemed almost impossible for one person to handle. Some how I was never frustrated or tired. I enjoyed every single process and it did not feel like I was wasting one single second. As practice sessions went on, I felt more confident not just in playing but instructing the group.
Throughout my life, I have been constantly been discouraging myself from entering the musical field assuming it’s only for the extremely gifted and privileged. I was perplexed by the situation of wanting to pursue violin as more than a hobby while acknowledging the fact that I would not be able to devote my entire life and career into the field.
But here, the solution was. No matter what other people may say, pointing out that I did not have enough credentials or professional training, this was my tribute to God through the gift he had given me.
This is my shoulder rest for my first full size violin. It symbolizes confidence. Without confidence, I would not have been able to step up from my comfort zone and discover other potentials.
Sep 11 2012
On your mark, get set! GO!
It was my junior year in high school when I decided to do something different than my regular routine of just going to school and going straight home. My friend invited me to join the track team with her. I needed to do an extracurricular activity to boost my resume, so I gave it a shot.
The first week of practice was the worst. My body was sore because it wasn’t used to running a lot. At first, track actually discouraged me from running because I was always last during practice. I had to work even harder because my strides were obviously shorter due to my short legs. A normal person’s stride was equivalent to two of mine. I frequently thought of quittingbecause running didn’t seem to be my forte.
Running requires a lot of heart, perseverance, and stamina. It is more of a mental sport than a physical one. Your body wants you to stop and rest. However, you need to keep telling yourself to not give up and finish strong. At the beginning of track, I wasn’t mentally strong enough or competitive. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to quit track. I didn’t want to easily give up on something just because it is too strenuous. So I continued going to practice everyday.
Practice got better and my body didn’t feel sore anymore. I was able to build up stamina and run for miles. I actually began to enjoy track and was looking forward to it. When I run, I feel as though my troubles and worries are temporarily gone.
Track meets were the worst. I disliked being compared to others and having an audience watch as I compete. The wait to approach the starting line was nerve-wracking. I would see my intimidating competitors prepare for their race. As I approach the starting line, the butterflies are in my stomach. The adrenaline starts to rush all over my body when someone says, “ On your mark, get set.” When that person says go and pulls the trigger, I just run. As I am running, my body’s telling me to stop. But I keep telling myself that I can do this and finish. I usually picture a hungry cheetah running after me as motivation. I loved the feeling of pushing yourself to pass your competitors but I hated it when they passed me. On those last 100 meters, I have to give it my all and finish strong. When I pass the finish line, I feel that sense of accomplishment. It’s the best feeling in the world.
Sep 11 2012
Growing Up
form feeling a combination of apprehension and pride. Sitting down I heard the metal sounds of the hole puncher over my music as the conductor grew nearer to my seat and I got my ticket ready. In this moment as I waited for it to be punched, I examined the ticket and realized that this piece of paper will play a major role in this new chapter of my life. This ticket will take me to the place that will turn me into a successful adult. Staring at this insignificant shred of paper with its tiny ink markings i became cognizant of the fact that this was more than a pass to use the the train but the ticket to my future.
Sep 11 2012
Emachiapi: This is Who I Am
Little by little, she started warming up to us. Until one day, we sat together, eating our tacos, stealing trail mix from each other wondering what our next activity would be. I don’t remember exactly how or why it came up but Jade started telling me about her family. An alcoholic father, bedridden mother, jailed brother, the violence, the fear, bouncing around from this aunt’s house to that grandma’s house. “I just want to grow up and get out of here.”
Suddenly everything I ever complained about became insignificant. Complaining about getting up early in the morning. Complaining about not having any more orange juice. Complaining about other people complaining. I realized how sheltered my life had always been. How unaware I was of the things that go on in the world. That here in one of the richest countries in the world, poverty is just as prominent as it can be in a third world country. But here she was, nonchalantly telling me about this like it’s the norm. Smiling, telling me she’s fine, she’ll be okay as she wipes my tears away.
Hope.
Can any of us imagine going through even a quarter of the things she’s experienced without completely giving up? Would you have the strength to persevere through it all even when nothing seems to go your way? Would you remember how to smile?
She did. And from the letters I’ve received from her since, she continues to do so.
Jade. She gives me one more reason to smile every morning when getting out of bed is the last thing I want to do. Hope to dream big when the odds are against me and failure looms that dream. Strength to fight on, when I’m tired and trying no longer seems to make sense. Jade, the little girl at camp Body, Mind, Soul that gave the word emachiapi, a whole new meaning.
Sep 11 2012
It All Starts with One
Sep 11 2012
Tennis Memories
Sep 11 2012
best friends for LIFE
That is what my sister wrote in the letter she gave me right before she left for school a few years ago. Since then, I have always known that Ali was my best friend. It’s the kind of friendship that doesn’t need superficial maintenance or reassurance. It’s as sure to me as the fact that the sun will rise in the morning.
We have the kind of relationship that wasn’t realized in some magical moment, some flash of clarity. Ours is the love of sisters, the kind that is consistent and that is ever-present and that you don’t have to worry about losing.Before school, Ali bought me this bag. “I just thought you’d like it,” she told me as she handed it over.
What else can I say? Its good to have a built-in best friend.