The ignorance of the high school faculty
I am so angry right now. I probably shouldn't be. Don't sweat the small stuff, they say.
Every year the wind symphony goes to play at the middle school. Normally we go during the middle of may, BEFORE the eighth graders have registered for classes so they can add band as an elective if they so desire. Well, it's the seniors last week of school, and WE STILL HAVEN'T GONE. Mr. Lake told me we were going to go on Wednesday, and then changed it and said we were going to go on Thursday. Conviently the same day as senior finals. I told him there was no way I could go, and I doubted any of the other seniors could attend.
Tomorrow is senior ditch day, 6/6/06. I have a presentation to give on Alfred Lord Tennyson and his works, so I can't ditch. It's the last week and there would be no concievable way to make it up. Sixth period, Mr. Lake chooses to tell us that we are going to the middle school to play all day tomorrow. Uh, I can't do that.
He throws a hissy fit because I couldn't go and either could four or five other indiduals. He said, "now we can't go because all of these people are whining about stuff they have to do tomorrow." Excuse me, but FINAL PROJECTS aren't something I can blow off for band. Why would someone even think that was possible??
I'm so aggrivated.
Every year the wind symphony goes to play at the middle school. Normally we go during the middle of may, BEFORE the eighth graders have registered for classes so they can add band as an elective if they so desire. Well, it's the seniors last week of school, and WE STILL HAVEN'T GONE. Mr. Lake told me we were going to go on Wednesday, and then changed it and said we were going to go on Thursday. Conviently the same day as senior finals. I told him there was no way I could go, and I doubted any of the other seniors could attend.
Tomorrow is senior ditch day, 6/6/06. I have a presentation to give on Alfred Lord Tennyson and his works, so I can't ditch. It's the last week and there would be no concievable way to make it up. Sixth period, Mr. Lake chooses to tell us that we are going to the middle school to play all day tomorrow. Uh, I can't do that.
He throws a hissy fit because I couldn't go and either could four or five other indiduals. He said, "now we can't go because all of these people are whining about stuff they have to do tomorrow." Excuse me, but FINAL PROJECTS aren't something I can blow off for band. Why would someone even think that was possible??
I'm so aggrivated.