Christy Essay, Research Paper

English 11 Robert Jones

Christy Paper September 4, 2000

Christy came upon strange and unusual conflicts in her situations that were fresh and new to her. These conflicts were so traumatic that she felt if better to leave than to stay in the unfamiliarity of the Appalachian culture. I’ve also experienced feelings of quitting a situation. Like Christy, I was called to sing a solo in my church choir. If I had run from my situation, I wouldn’t have had the experience of singing in front of a group. I also had to ask myself the question, “What am I doing this for?” Finally, I figured out that singing in front of church wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Singing has and will always be a joy of mine. I was a novice when I had to accomplish the task of singing in front of my church. I wanted to be as experienced as my aunts and my Mother, whom can sing in front of anybody. My Mother, like Miss Alice, made me realize that God would be by my side, and that the duty would get more easeful over time. Knowledge from that situation grants me experience for present and future predicaments.

Christy, after seeing the poverty and hardships of the Appalachian culture tenfold, asked, “Why am I do this?” I also had the same doubtful questions. These questions were all of out of fear about the strangeness of the situation. Like Christy, I had to answer these questions within myself and when I did it opened my views on singing farther than before.

After a while, Christy seemed to form a love or passion for what she was doing. She became comfortable and less frightened of the Appalachian culture. My first experience singing in front of my church was terrifying, but every time I sung thereafter I became more and more confident and easeful. It became second nature to me and I saw that the frightening shades I once kept had left.

Eventhough, I was panicked by this encounter it became a blessing to me. I gained skill that I lacked, and realized the experience wasn’t as bad as it appeared. I asked many questions of my dilemmas, but I don’t think I’ll be asking those questions again.

English 11 Robert Jones

Christy Paper September 4, 2000

Christy came upon strange and unusual conflicts in her situations that were fresh and new to her. These conflicts were so traumatic that she felt if better to leave than to stay in the unfamiliarity of the Appalachian culture. I’ve also experienced feelings of quitting a situation. Like Christy, I was called to sing a solo in my church choir. If I had run from my situation, I wouldn’t have had the experience of singing in front of a group. I also had to ask myself the question, “What am I doing this for?” Finally, I figured out that singing in front of church wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Singing has and will always be a joy of mine. I was a novice when I had to accomplish the task of singing in front of my church. I wanted to be as experienced as my aunts and my Mother, whom can sing in front of anybody. My Mother, like Miss Alice, made me realize that God would be by my side, and that the duty would get more easeful over time. Knowledge from that situation grants me experience for present and future predicaments.

Christy, after seeing the poverty and hardships of the Appalachian culture tenfold, asked, “Why am I do this?” I also had the same doubtful questions. These questions were all of out of fear about the strangeness of the situation. Like Christy, I had to answer these questions within myself and when I did it opened my views on singing farther than before.

After a while, Christy seemed to form a love or passion for what she was doing. She became comfortable and less frightened of the Appalachian culture. My first experience singing in front of my church was terrifying, but every time I sung thereafter I became more and more confident and easeful. It became second nature to me and I saw that the frightening shades I once kept had left.

Eventhough, I was panicked by this encounter it became a blessing to me. I gained skill that I lacked, and realized the experience wasn’t as bad as it appeared. I asked many questions of my dilemmas, but I don’t think I’ll be asking those questions again.