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So about my Wednesday night...
I got really REALLY fucking sick. I stayed after for Biology with a terrible head ache. I was gonna run to Target to get pain meds between Bio and the Percussion rehursal at 4, but I ran out of time.
Now this Percussion rehursal started 2 FULL HOURS before the regular band because we weren't "prepared enough". Heaven forbid we actually... WORK ON OUR MUSIC IN CLASS?!?!
We set up for 1 hours of that then ran a few peice which was pointless. I felt like shit some more...
We had to get fit for uniforms and I almost was late to rehursal... I realized I hadn't eaten dinner and snuck out the back for some Cheez-its and Minute Maid.
Bad idea...
Within an hour of Wind Symphony beginning I felt like I was going to pass out. Sam said I looked really pale and a few minutes later... hello bathroom, goodbye dinner. I told Mr. Panoff and you know what that asshole said to me? He was like, "Well, you know we only have one rehursal left before the concert? We don't have much time. You're needed here." I told him... I'M LEAVING! I called my mother and told her what happend. SHe came and got me... I hurled two more times before getting home...
It was bright pink... last time I EVER have Minute Maid!! It was creepy... to think that was in my stomach.
I'm so upset... angry, at Mr.Panoff for that. I'm mad at you because you don't respect Mrs. McBride, because you think your going to "fix the band", because you didn't come to her funeral when he was invited, because he makes fun of her cancer, because you put synthesizers in concert band, because you moved us from the back to the side, because you got rid of Kelley' uniform, because you invite people to your house, because you choose horrible music, because you don't care about "Sketches on a Tutor Psalm", because you don't think Ave Maria is the most beautiful peice ever written, because you think our past band picture are ugly, because our band banquet was a fucking joke, because the section leaders didn't get to speak, because you're SO insensitive to EVERYTHING but his own needs and pitches a fit like a five year old... WELL FUCK YOU...
Dear Mr.Panoff,
Incase you haven't heard, Mrs.McBride was and is more of a Band Director then you could ever hope to be. She was the strongest woman you will every have the pleasure of knowing. She could kick your ass. She was brave, defiant, a spark that ignitted this band program. She created a family you could never hope to come close to achieving. I hope you understand that to some, and perhaps most of us, she was a second mother. She was a role model.
I'm sick of you changing her band. Change is good - but this, Sir, is sickening. The way you mock her, break her, break every tradition we had here at Westfield High School is terrifying. She worked her ass off for this family that you're trying so hard to break. You wont break us. You will never tare us down. She touched us in a way you can't. She was caring, motherly, and above all a good person. Sure, she could be a bitch, but when it counted. She knew what was important to her...
US!
She put us before all else in her life. You. Do. Not. She fought for this band. Don't you dare mock her. Don't you dare make fun of her. Don't you dare try and replace her. You are not a replacment. You are simply here to fill in until we all reach her symphony in the skies.
We'll carry on, with her
A Sincere Fuck You because we are too busy defying gravity,
Renee
PS. THAT IS MRS.McBRIDE IN FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF!!!!!!!!
I got really REALLY fucking sick. I stayed after for Biology with a terrible head ache. I was gonna run to Target to get pain meds between Bio and the Percussion rehursal at 4, but I ran out of time.
Now this Percussion rehursal started 2 FULL HOURS before the regular band because we weren't "prepared enough". Heaven forbid we actually... WORK ON OUR MUSIC IN CLASS?!?!
We set up for 1 hours of that then ran a few peice which was pointless. I felt like shit some more...
We had to get fit for uniforms and I almost was late to rehursal... I realized I hadn't eaten dinner and snuck out the back for some Cheez-its and Minute Maid.
Bad idea...
Within an hour of Wind Symphony beginning I felt like I was going to pass out. Sam said I looked really pale and a few minutes later... hello bathroom, goodbye dinner. I told Mr. Panoff and you know what that asshole said to me? He was like, "Well, you know we only have one rehursal left before the concert? We don't have much time. You're needed here." I told him... I'M LEAVING! I called my mother and told her what happend. SHe came and got me... I hurled two more times before getting home...
It was bright pink... last time I EVER have Minute Maid!! It was creepy... to think that was in my stomach.
I'm so upset... angry, at Mr.Panoff for that. I'm mad at you because you don't respect Mrs. McBride, because you think your going to "fix the band", because you didn't come to her funeral when he was invited, because he makes fun of her cancer, because you put synthesizers in concert band, because you moved us from the back to the side, because you got rid of Kelley' uniform, because you invite people to your house, because you choose horrible music, because you don't care about "Sketches on a Tutor Psalm", because you don't think Ave Maria is the most beautiful peice ever written, because you think our past band picture are ugly, because our band banquet was a fucking joke, because the section leaders didn't get to speak, because you're SO insensitive to EVERYTHING but his own needs and pitches a fit like a five year old... WELL FUCK YOU...
Dear Mr.Panoff,
Incase you haven't heard, Mrs.McBride was and is more of a Band Director then you could ever hope to be. She was the strongest woman you will every have the pleasure of knowing. She could kick your ass. She was brave, defiant, a spark that ignitted this band program. She created a family you could never hope to come close to achieving. I hope you understand that to some, and perhaps most of us, she was a second mother. She was a role model.
I'm sick of you changing her band. Change is good - but this, Sir, is sickening. The way you mock her, break her, break every tradition we had here at Westfield High School is terrifying. She worked her ass off for this family that you're trying so hard to break. You wont break us. You will never tare us down. She touched us in a way you can't. She was caring, motherly, and above all a good person. Sure, she could be a bitch, but when it counted. She knew what was important to her...
US!
She put us before all else in her life. You. Do. Not. She fought for this band. Don't you dare mock her. Don't you dare make fun of her. Don't you dare try and replace her. You are not a replacment. You are simply here to fill in until we all reach her symphony in the skies.
We'll carry on, with her
A Sincere Fuck You because we are too busy defying gravity,
Renee
PS. THAT IS MRS.McBRIDE IN FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF!!!!!!!!