To be proud

Who wants to read a crappy essay?

UC Prompt #2:Tell us about a personal quality, talent, accomplishment, contribution or experience that is important to you. What about this quality or accomplishment makes you proud and how does it relate to the person you are?

Auditions in any form were possibly more terrifying to me than anything else in the world. More specifically were the auditions for the San Diego Youth Symphony (SDYS) conservatories. The first of many to come took place on a sunny day. In contrast, I felt cold and clammy and on the verge of vomiting all over the concrete floor. I trembled outside the audition room, despite the fair weather as I waited for my name to be called from within. As a blooming cellist, my nerves shot up from the pressure of wanting to make a good impression. I realized the importance of doing well during the audition because it would affect the rest of the year in terms of where I sat in the conservatory. I only cared for what chair I was and not being singled out during rehearsals then. I played my instrument softly hoping that others would cover up for me. I was pleased as I moved up, sometimes dramatically, in where I sat each year, but that wasn’t the only thing I was pleased about and it also wasn’t what I was MOST pleased about.
Eventually, not only did I start playing louder, but I also matured mentally and musically. SDYS made me proud as a musician and as a team member. I discovered the importance of how an individual could significantly affect the group. We, not as individuals, but as a group, accomplished countless concerts and trips together. We went to Mexico and back delivering, on the way, a spectacular performance and creating a closer bond within the members with new inside jokes. We also stuck together and survived guest conductors who didn’t exactly know what they were doing. Even the weekly rehearsals were bearable in retrospect. Rehearsals were no longer a five hour drag. We had fun because we knew each other well, and at the same time we managed to keep the level of concentration on whatever we were working on that day. I developed a deeper appreciation for music and unity from seeing what could happen in a rehearsal.
My contribution to such an awesome conservatory makes me proud. Now six years after that first audition, I no longer feel cold and clammy before an audition. Occasional butterflies flutter past in my stomach, but the memory of just being able to be a part of such a family is enough to settle my nerves. 403 words

i couldnt even reach 500 words ):