Reflective Essay

The drafts helped me put something down on the paper even if I was not fully sure of it. I was able to leave it and come back to revise it and polish it up. New insight attracted me. I never knew I had so many things to write about that could al be interesting to someone else. I have a filmmaker’s craft in writing. The structure of my writings is organized in scenes.  I write in a first person and third person’s perspective. I like to show things from different angles so that’s why I write in that perspective. 

I’m direct and indirect when I write. Sometimes I write things for people to know from the beginning but then sometimes I want them to figure it out as if they are watching a movie. I would want them to figure things out at the end but keep them intrigue enough to read the whole story. The audience I write for are people who like to be in other people’s business. People who watch documentary film are usually the people I want reading my writings. A creative non-fiction piece should be real. It should be the truth.  I make sure that I don’t offend anyone and make sure I’m fare.  The first thing I wrote about was how a photo could bring me back in time to realize something. Although that piece was good, there were some holes. I made my point but I made it too easy for the readers to understand. I realized that I’m the type of writer that connects past times with today.

I sit down, eat some food and listen to conversations about anything. One word may trigger me to write. For example, for my long essay, I had nothing to write about, I went to see my advisor about classes I needed to take. He pulled up my evaluation sheet and on that I seen a music class that I took at a community college. It triggered me to write about how I was only interesting in music my peers were listening to but then became in love with listening all sorts of music.

Long Essay revised-Paris Holmes "Weird Music"

For many years I listened to urban music, mostly all of my life. You know, music mostly minorities listen to. I consider it our music or black music. Years ago I've registered for a music class at the community college I'd been attending, only three minutes away from my apartment in Jersey City New Jersey, catching the Bergen Avenue bus. I went in thinking I would be learning to play an instrument like the bass drum or the piano. I had always been interested in playing an instrument once I saw the band at my high school play during half time of a football game.

During high school when I was on the football team, I was not a starter so I was able to peek over at the band being that I was only getting in to return kicks on special teams. I discovered that halftime was game time for the band.

What I didn't expect when I started class was that I would be learning the history of music and the way it was seen and used psychological. If I knew that I could drop classes, I would have done so. As it turned out, my teacher assigned me to listen to this really weird type of music on a CD that same night. He had given us the homework before given us the lecture. Like all hoodlums, ghetto people or whatever a more suburbanized individual would call us, I listened to only hip-hop and R&B. Even spanish music with beat was considered hip-hop but I never listened to anything else. I just was not interested. To me this weird music just had no rhythm and it was just boring. How could anyone of anytime listen to this type of music.

I literally wanted to bring a little pillow to class since other people were bored to sleep and he didn't say a word to them. I guess college was different from high school. FInally the professor tells us his name and that we should call him professor instead of teacher or Mister. Professor Rush became the first teacher I'd ever called professor. He was playing classical music that I saw on black and white channels when I would be turning to find a good movie to watch at home. He played this dark type of music that I would only see on a silent dramatic film. He played this happy but weird country music. This one made me think of a bunch of hill billy white men square dancing at a hall in a quiet town near the mountains.

This weird music on the CD he was playing I was just not in to. They actually have names for these type of songs. Chamber music? I asked myself. What the hell is chamber music. When this type of song is played it sounds like a bunch of vikings are running my way. This is basically music that's performed in a small room or hall. I learned that because the way halls are built, performers could not get the exact sound outside of a chamber. "Like singing in the shower" the professor said, "We all sound good in the shower but terrible outside of it". The baroque music, that was the next one he played. I forget exactly the history behind it but I know you can relate it to the renaissance era in the 1600's. He was finished boring us to death with these old sounds and started to play some modern music. He started off with blues, I was not in to this but I respected it since my ancestors were apart of this. All of this music made me feel as if I was at a different place in a different time zone. He played this song, it was classical music mixed with Christmas bells or some sort that made me think of the holiday season. He asked the class what did it remind us of. Immediately, I raised my hand. "I see you have your hand up, are you familiar with this tune, does it remind you of something?" he asked. I said, "Yes, it reminds me of one of those diamond commercials during the holidays". Then he showed us the video to the matching song and I was right.

This class began to get interesting, it seem like everyone had left but they were sleep, texting, or chatting on this new social website called "Facebook". The professor explained to me, that music is used everywhere, during the holidays, during weddings, during funerals, in movies. I thought hard for a minute and said to myself that he was actually right.  What really had me up in the front row was when he told me how slaves used music to kill time or help keep them happy when things were going bad. I then wanted to know the history behind every music genre. There wasn't enough time in class but I knew there were many more classes to come. I became very curious to find out. I found out that the reason why blues genre sounds the way it sounds is because around the time when it was first introduced or played, it was by black people who were struggling. That's why the blues makes people feel happy. This was a way for black people to be happy when times were very hard. When I closed my eyes and listened to some songs that the professor played from the blues genre, I imagined two black guys on the porch singing. The other song he played that had no words still said something. To me, it seem like it was still two older guys on the porch complaining about not getting something their way but being happy that they're still here.

That country music I had heard earlier was called Appalachian music. The name is actually derived from The Appalachian mountains. I felt good about myself to be able to hear music and kind of guess what type of people listen to it. The professor showed us how music was used in film, especially silent film that had no dialogue. Music helped film tell a story without a actor's voice. The timing of a pitch or  whether the melody is major or minor determines the mood of the scene. "You wouldn't hear happy music in a film where someone important is being killed", he said. Of course I didn't need music class to learn that movies use music but I learned how different types of music was used to express different feelings. Whether it's a action film, drama film, romantic film or a comedy music helps out a lot.

Now he's playing rap, and R&B and pop music, which made the class interested. But I was more interested in how the names names rap, R&B and pop came about. Rap stood for rhythm and poetry, R&B stood for rhythm and blues and pop stood for popular music.

So this class was not what I expected coming in but I actually an digging this class. Almost left my CD in the class but grabbed it when I seen the homework written on the board. It's tuesday night, I'm at home with that CD that had this good music on it. Tuesday night, I'm listened to that CD my teacher had given me. My mother was surprised, my sister thought I was weird, I thought I was weird when I first heard the music in class but like a friend you heard so many bad things about but he or she end up being alright with you when you finally meet them. I had learned about the history of this music and gotten new insight. I was so looking forward to the next class. My music playlist consist of many different music now besides rap and R&B. I have rock, I have pop, I have classical, I have chamber music, I have dramatic film soundtracks, I have country music, I have varieties. "Why are you playing weird music Paris?" my friends ask. I respond by saying, "Weird music? Well I must be really weird.

SHORT ESSAY REVISED "FAILING CLASSES"

I was finishing up class. So fed up with college and desperate for a passing grade. Thought about coming up with a persuasive way of asking my teacher if he'd be able to pass me for the simple fact that I knew for sure i would not become a persuasive teacher in any shape of form. The guts were not in me to tell him that but the thought wondered on the top of my skull every day of classes I had no interest in.  This teacher of mine was very old school but hipped. I guess he had learned "Swag" from other students. I was told that he'd be a hard professor but I always take these professors because I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, meaning that I could have a different set of opinions about the teacher. Besides, according to the students I know, all students are bad professors or hard if they give homework. That, I never understood and actually felt guilty for them. Maybe that's why I'd always ended up taking them.

This professor of mines, asked us a question. "Would you rob a bank if you could get a way with it?" I said yes. I didn't feel bad and everyone looked at me and judge me but I had my reasoning. The next question he asked kept me looking up the sealing and rubbing the area underneath my bottom lip. He asked, "Would you take an "A" for a class grade but not learn anything or take an "F" but leave out the class with a thorough knowledge of the course's material?" At first I pondered and thought about needing a passing grade to graduate but then I thought about graduating but not being able to apply those skills being that I wouldn't have known them. I did not answer but I learned something that day.

I can honestly say I would not cheat if my teacher went out to have a quick bite and left the class on the day of exams. I changed my mind about robbing a bank if I could get away. Apparently, he said that there was no right or wrong answer. I hear that all the time when writing a paper on a controversial issue but he was actually trying to explain something else, something completely different. He gave us new insight on motives. The minute he said that word, I thought of the movie entitled, "Motives" with Vivica A. Fox but I still could not define the definition when he asked.

So, motives is basically the reason behind doing something bad or something considered wrong or unethical. That's not how the definition is written in the book but from the way he explained it, that's what I got from it. He said this interesting quote. "Motives Color The Means"

Next class, I'm more and more interested in this class. After so many class participations I really felt that  I could use this knowledge for my own personal benefit. Motives Color The Means, so I asked all of my friends the same questions. Would you shoot a baby? Of course they said no but the cat had their tongues when i asked if they would shoot a baby if shooting that baby would save ten thousand other babies. Quickly my boys said that was stupid and that I should ask something else. So I asked one of my friends, what were you afraid of? He answered, "Swimming" I laughed because I never knew he didn't know how to swim and that was the reason why he stayed as far away form the water when we all were at the beach two years ago. However, I said would you jump in the river for a million dollars. Surprisingly he said no. Me personally, I would ride a bull for that amount. He said there's absolutely nothing that would get me to jump in the river. I said would you do it if your little baby nephew was drowning. He started to laugh and then say, "Okay, I get it now, you're right, that's very interesting"

I still stand firm that I would rob a bank if I could get away with it because I wouldn't hurt anyone physically and I would use the money for something good. What's the motive behind a person robbing a bank, or selling drugs, or eating out of the garbage. Even if I failed the class I would have still been satisfied with knowledge of this one powerful quote, "Motives Colors The Means"

Short Essay 2 "FAILING CLASSES"

I was finishing up class. So fed up with college and desperate for a passing grade. Thought about coming up with a persuasive way of asking my teacher if he'd be able to pass me for the simple fact that I knew for sure i would not become a persuasive teacher in any shape of form. The guts were not in me to tell him that but the thought wondered on the top of my skull every day of classes I had no interest in.  This teacher of mine was very old school but hipped. I guess he had learned "Swag" from other students. I was told that he'd be a hard professor but I always take these professors because I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, meaning that I could have a different set of opinions about the teacher. Besides, according to the students I know, all students are bad professors or hard if they give homework. That, I never understood and actually felt guilty for them. Maybe that's why I'd always ended up taking them.

This professor of mines, asked us a question. "Would you take an "A" for a class grade but not learn anything or take an "F" but leave out the class with a thorough knowledge of the course's material?" At first I pondered and thought about needing a passing grade to graduate but then I thought about graduating but not being able to apply those skills being that I wouldn't have known them. I did not answer but I learned something that day.

From time to time I think about dropping out of school and justifying it by saying that I know what I need to know and I feel I didn't need to be learning other material. I really would do this if people were not counting on me. I decided to finish school to make them proud but I'm not proud that I'm forced to take these classes. I understand being well rounded is good but students are being forced to take classes that will not benefit them in the type of work they do. 

I would rather leave class with an F and know everything.

Long Essay-Paris Holmes

             For many years I listened to hip-hop, mostly all of my life. We consider it 'our music' or what I say, black music. Years ago I've registered for a music class at the community college I'd been attending, only three minutes away from my apartment in Jersey City New Jersey, catching the Bergen Avenue bus. I went in thinking I would be learning how to play an instrument like the bass drum or the piano. I was in to football a lot but I always wanted to learn how to play drums and the piano. Even at football games, I would dance to beat of the drums behind my coach's back. What I did not expect was that I would be learning the history of music and the way it was both seen and used by people psychological. As it turned out, my teacher assigned me to listen to this weird CD every night of class. Like all black kids from Jersey City, we were only used to hip-hop. Spanish music was even considered hip-hop because it had the beat over this familiar reggae type of sound. Whatever music we could dance to was considered hip-hop. Dance meaning breaking or pop locking. 

            This sound on this CD was familiar but I just was not use to it.  I couldn’t believe these songs had names for them. The first music we listened to was chamber music. Chamber music is basically classical music that’s performed in a small room or hall. I learned that because the way halls are built, performers could not get the exact sound outside of a chamber. “Like singing in the shower” my teacher said, “We all sound good in the shower but terrible outside of it”. The next type of music was baroque music. I forget what exactly this type of music is but I know you can its related to the renaissance era in 1600’s. 

            I literally wanted to bring a little pillow to class since other people were bored to sleep and he didn’t say a word to them. I guess college was different from High School. Finally the professor tells us his name that we should call him professor instead of teacher or Mister. Professor Rush became the first teacher I’d ever called professor. Professor was finished boring us to death with these old sounds and started to play some modern music. Then he touched on something that caught my attention. He played this tune and asked the class what did it remind us of. Immediately, I raised my hand. “I see you have your hand up, are you familiar with this tune, does it remind you of something?” he said, I said, “Yes, it reminds me of one of those diamond commercials during the holidays”. Then he showed the video with the audio and I was right. This class began to get interesting, it seem like everyone had left but they were sleep, texting, or chatting on Facebook. Professor Rush explained to me, that music is used everywhere, during the holidays, during weddings, during funerals, in movies. I thought hard for a minute to myself. He’s actually right. What really had me going was when he told us a story of how slaves used to sing songs to kill time.

            I wanted to know the history behind every music genre. I became very curious to find out. I found out that the reason why blues genre sounds the way it sounds is because around the time when it was first discovered or played, it was by blacks that were struggling. That’s why the blues makes people feel happy. This was a way for people to be happy when times were very hard. The blues type of music reminds me of two old friends, singing while sitting on the porch.

            Professor Rush showed us how music was used in film, especially silent film that had no dialogue. Music helped film tell a story without dialogue. The timing of a pitch or the whether the melody is major or minor determines the mood of the music. “You wont hear happy music in a film where someone important is being killed”, he said.

            Tuesday night, I’m listened to that CD my teacher had given me. My mother was surprised; my sister thought I was weird. I thought I was weird when I first heard the music but when I learned about the history and had gotten new insight, I found it very cool.

            Finally, he gets to rap, R&B and pop music, which made the class somewhat interested. But I was more interested in how the name rap, R&B and pop came about. Rap stood for rhythm and poetry, R&B stood for rhythm and blues and pop stood for popular music.

            Today in my music playlist my album consist of many different music genres no one would not expect me to listen to. I’m very weird when it comes to the music I listen to nowadays.

            The minute I get pull over for speeding by the cops, if they’re white I play a song called “Somewhere In America” by The Outfield. It works all the time, the minute they hear this song playing in my car they say, “You, listen to The Outfield”. They are always surprised that I’m playing one of their greatest songs.