Marvin Dotiyal's Personal statement.
By Katy Shin
I swear I could easily break these sticks in half. The clear snapping sound it would produce would be incredibly satisfying. Perhaps I'll even kick the bass drum in, demolishing its white face, or clang the cymbals together hurling them across my room. A symphony of chaos. Then again, after I’m through with my mini tantrum I'll have to duct tape by drumsticks back together, fix the bass and explain to my mom why there's a cymbal logged in my bedroom wall.
It's easy to get hot headed and frustrated with yourself when you can't do something right, taking the frustration you have with yourself out on an inanimate object, like that poor cymbal, won’t fix anything. If the cymbal could speak he’d say “Hey Marvin! Don't take your issues out on me, getting angry and giving up will get you nowhere! So fix your mindset, begin with the fundamentals, and start again" then quietly whispers "..I believe in you..." Pretty smart for an inanimate object, plus he has a point. You can’t expect to be the best at something overnight, it takes patience, practice, and persistence. Like Martin Luther King Jr. says, “If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward”. We don’t expect babies to be able to walk and run right after they’re born, they start on their hands and knees then work their way up. An important lesson I’ve taken away from drumming is to always start with the fundamentals. If you are going to learn it, learn it right.
Going back to that unfortunate cymbal in my wall. After experiencing moments like those, I would’ve easily given up on drumming if it weren’t for my love of music and the instrument. It lets me engage with music I love and unleash my creativity in rhythms. Through drumming, I explore different aspects in music, listening closer to the lyrics, trying to uncover deeper layers and meaning behind each song. My love of music developed another outlet for creativity. Writing. My passion for writing grew with my expanding taste and understanding of music. Each song tells a story and it’s fascinating how beautifully some raps songs can do this. They can represent a universal emotion or idea by combining rhythm and words, producing a very powerful form of story.
With years of practice, I’ve developed a solid understanding of rhythm. With this, I was able to help out some people who were struggling with certain rhythms when I used to be in Jazz Band. I broke down the rhythm and demonstrated it slowly, and put it all together as we progressed. I’ve been in their position, and understanding what they’re going through makes it easier for me to helped them in the best way I can.
In addition to teaching others, I’m able to apply the lessons learned in from drumming to other aspects in my life. If I were to do a math problem I would be patient and try to understand the fundamental concept first, then move on. If I make mistakes, I learn from them and make corrections on how to do better next time. Same applies with a lot of other subjects, especially writing which requires you to edit and revise nonstop. I want to apply this to future education as well and development my interest in music, especially writing, after I graduate high school. Recently my passion for writing has grown and directed me to the path of journalism, which I’m highly considering majoring in once I enter university.
Nine years since I picked up my first pair of drumsticks, I’m still the same Marvin Dotiyal and I still have those moments of struggle. The important difference is, now instead of letting that problem take over I take the challenge head on. With patience, practice, and perseverance. As Billie Jean King wisely says, “Champions keep playing until they get it right”. So keep playing at you passions, for I’ve learned that trial and error, determination, patience, and passion are the most important things when you want to succeed and meet your ambitions.
My Personal statement.
All I could remember as a child was the constant moving we did. Every few months I would wake up to the walls of an unfamiliar house, but then that sense of unfamiliarity became my familiar. It was strange. Strange in the sense that I grew so used to moving that I find airports and the idea of traveling so comforting, and if we stayed in one place for too long, I’d start to develop this urge to pack up everything and leave.My dad was the reason for our moving. He didn’t like having a “normal” job, he always had to be the entrepreneur of some new product. Admittedly not the most stable job, but what I, my mom and siblings got in return was a life skill that’s not usually learned in schools. A lot about me and who I am is thanks to the uniqueness of my extraordinary life.
From the time of a baby till about the age of 14 I’ve learned from moving how to be patients and readily adaptable to change, learned how to make my own money by creating and selling my own products at markets, developed a mindset where I am never judgemental about someone because of where they come from or who they may appear to be, because everyone has a story to tell and a reason for why they are who they are.
Even though the constant traveling was a life full of adventure and great learning opportunities, that fun, excitement and adventure started to fade as time went by and I grew older. What I wanted from life changed, I needed stability, a way to identify myself, socialize and attend a school instead of being isolated from homeschooling. The year before I moved from New Zealand to Japan was the hardest year of my life. In those 365 days, my siblings and I were snapped out of our childhood fantasy and thrown into the real world of sacrifice and compromise. It was the storm before the calm, the amount of moving doubled if not tripled, we got a taste for what going to a school would be like but then have it quickly snatched away.
Besides the chaos going on outside, I also had a lot of struggles inside. I believe a daughter and a father share as unconditional love, but once you realize that some people can’t change their ways and patterns which have developed over so many years, then it becomes more painful to keep loving them with that unconditional love than it is to let them free. My dad had a pattern, one that affected us all and eventually lead to him staying in New Zealand while my mother, siblings and I started a new life.
Most importantly, over all the other things I’ve learned, is now at 16 I truly understand and appreciate the importance of family. As they say, blood is thicker than water, and your family are the people who will no matter what have your back and always love you. Giving up on someone, a person you love so much and would do anything for, is the most heart-wrenching choice or realization ever. He is still my dad and I never will truly give up on him, because family is the most important thing in my life.
I believe that from these gained experiences and life skills I understand what is expected of me as an adult, and despite what I've already learned there is still so much for me to experience and grow from. I want a family of my own to love someday in the future, and I have come to know that you must work in order to get something you want. I will work hard at my university and strive to be and do the best I am capable of so that I could create a stable home for my future kids, where they wouldn’t have to worry about some of the things I had to as a child. Instead, they would get to live out their childhood as children, enjoying all the wonders life has to offer. Then, when the time’s right, I will tell them all about my life adventures, giving them some of their own to grow from and can then pass on their knowledge to their children.