Showing posts with label inspire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspire. Show all posts

Sunday, June 03, 2012


Well well Readers,

Welcome back!  I should really be saying this to myself but that just might sound weird.  Welcome back to your own blog where you post tings about your life, Amanda!  Yeah, as I said, weird.

Some great things have come to pass!  Thursday I got my hrrr (hair) did for free!  And I’m talking allover color!  I went to the Paul Mitchell school in the Highlands at Arlington and it was a buy one get one something or other mother-daughter thing.  So we only had to pay for what the mother got done.  And my mom only got a deep conditioning.  So we paid twelve bucks!  Plus tip cause I had an awesome lady!  Finally, my hrrr is all around one color and will fade to my pretty natural brown with little notice.

Then Friday I worked three jobs!  Talk about a life I got here.  Mickey D’s to nanny to babysit.  I worked from 6 am to 10:30 pm.  Yeah, lets not do that everyday.  Course, I love kiddos so my day was actually pretty easy.

Gershwin is a really cool guy.  Check out some of his music.  Anyway, he’s just really inspiring.  Find out why!       ê
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George
Gershwin

He gained the approval for jazz music as “serious music.”  He did this by writing jazz music in a form of alternative.  He would write a classical piece but add jazz themes and characteristics to it.  He wrote many pieces that became popular and went worldwide!  He is as famous in the classical genre as he is in the popular genre.

Amanda
Webb

Years flew by and suddenly I found myself stepping outside my comfort zone.  My family had recently moved to Texas and I was refusing to make friends.  But I had decided to quit band – it no longer offered the same delight after I learned everything the books could teach me to teach myself.  This was a big step.  Being in band, I could sit quietly in the back and not be bothered.  When the music was taught wrong, I would go home and play it correctly but say nothing.   I joined the color guard and waited to fail.  But I didn’t.  In fact, I more than succeeded!  I was offered a spot on a professional guard at age 15 and debated taking it.  During all of this, the guard’s standards in dress and dance changed.  My teacher explained to me that I had influenced him to change the outfits so that I would wear them.  He also started to incorporate movements that were appropriate so that I would do them rather than refuse and sit out.  Without even knowing it, I was changing the guard.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012


Hello Readers!

I always wanted to be a musician of some sort.  I wanted to be on stage and sing and dance.  The Lizzie McGuire movie was my inspiration.  
But then again, what ten year-old doesn’t want to be the same thing?   It’s all about being the best and the greatest and I found that of myself (more or less) a different way.

I also forgot to mention that the people I chose to relate myself to are some of my favorite people in history.  There is just one catch: I chose Hitler for something.  Now before you are quick to judge, allow me to explain…when I post about him.

Johann Sebastian Bach

He felt the tasks he was assigned to complete took away from his composing time and artistic abilities.  The Church bored him.  Assigned to be a teacher and it was really frustrating to him to teach the less talented.  He even had a quarrel with one student over the matter.  He sided with Martin Luther in that music was to uplift the soul and bring a man closer to finding God.  He would take simple Hymns and though the words would be directly telling you what the composer wanted you to know, Bach was able to show forth God’s mighty and power through the music.

Amanda Michelle Webb

As I grew up, I began playing the Clarinet.  It wasn’t an official class during the day, so I was excused from class for one hour to have a lesson in the teachers break room.  My teacher was fantastic and it was quite clear she was good, but she held back on all of the students.  She taught us as slow as the slowest student.  At first, I didn’t mind.  But when I began teaching myself how to play, I began to be frustrated.  I believed music was a way to express yourself and praise God, but I didn’t know how I could properly do that if I wasn’t properly being taught.