What Are You Proud Of?, Any moments that you want to pat yourself on the back for? |
What Are You Proud Of?, Any moments that you want to pat yourself on the back for? |
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Okay, so I did a search and found other more specific topics. So are there any moments in your life where you've felt so proud of yourself for something? An achievement? A decision? Anything. I'll begin by saying what I'm proud of. Every year my family goes camping with my mother's side of the family to a camp on the largest lake in Maine, Moosehead Lake. This happened two years ago. Well, for the past few years me & my cousin (who's 2 years older than me) have been growing apart. Her name is Rebecca. She got a boyfriend and was constantly talking about him and I noticed that she seemed a little..."naughtier", shall I say? But I was glad overall to see my cousin and agreed to sleep in her huge tent with her & her mother's boyfriend's son, Travis. Hey, it was an excuse to get out of my family's camper. (I hate sleeping in places with a lot of people.) Well, I was getting tired and laid down for a bit when I heard a "click". I sat up and looked over at Travis and Becca. They were each holding a Smirnoff. Becca and Travis were both 16-17 and far from the drinking age. It felt so wrong. Becca turned to me and asked me if I wanted one. They apparently had brought an extra. I declined. Becca asked me again, "Kels, are you sure? They're the best!" I wouldn't give in. All those DARE classes really worked on me. "No, Becca." I rolled over in bed, facing the side of the tent, disappointed in the both of them, but more about Becca. I guess, looking back at this, I'm really proud of myself for saying no even though I was tempted to do something to make me and my cousin closer again. Anyone else out there have a story? |
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Hmm.
This year I participated in a really big competition (for music - piano), and to be honest, I saw no point in even being in it - it's the biggest one in Canada. And I got even more crushed when I saw that the two BEST performers from my accademy were in my group. And I played in the first round, and, of course completely screwed up the beginning of my first piece, so I thought, "well, that ought to do it." I honestly thought I was out. But I passed! With an equal score of my friends from the academy. But when the guy who announced the results said, "And the next round is on Saturday" (it was Monday that day), I nearly passed out.. I had thought they were next month, and I had to play a huge Liszt piece AND two movements of a sonata, and I had only learned the text of them.. Not to mention I hadn't played them in months. I took the week off school and prepared the pieces in literally four days. I thought I would never make it. So I went to play on the Provincial round, thinking it was my last appearance at the competition. Then I stayed to hear my friend, and when I heard how amazingly she played, I just wanted to get up from there and leave for good.. And then the guy announced the results, and I couldn't believe I was going to National finals! I even got a higher score than my friend whom I ended up hearing! She was shocked though, because I did tell her that I prepared my pieces in four days. (I was happy, even though the other girl from the academy got higher than both of us) So we went to Quebec after that.. I didn't really like my piece for that round, and needless to say, I played it with half a heart, which is never good. We were only 11 people in our group from all over Canada, and I ended up 5th.. Which was bad, but the girl who had beaten me on Provincials got 6th.. And, of course, the other girl got first. But at one point or another, I've beaten them both ![]() Woah, long post. Sorry :( I've never told anyone this whole story.. |
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