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Yesterday, during my flute lesson, Prof. Porter and I decided that lessons in the fall won't really be able to work, due to time constraints. So halfway through my routine weekly lesson, it became my last flute lesson ever. Yeah, maybe I'll take one here or there in the future, but as for weekly lessons, that's it. I'm done. I came out of the room and just started crying... after taking lessons every week since I was 14, I'm done and on my own as a flutist. It's pretty scary.
After that, I went to Spring Meeting, where I was reminded that the band will continue, but I'm not part of it anymore. That was weird. And today was my last CMENC meeting as President... so that's done. Three groups that I've been actively involved in: flute studio, MMB, and CMENC, are finished with me. It didn't all hit me until just now.
Once my housemates move away, I feel like all my college "families" are gone. Thank god for Anne and Jess and Charlcy... I just hope I'll still be able to see those girls when I'm spending all my days in Bloomfield Hills!
Growing up is surreal.
After that, I went to Spring Meeting, where I was reminded that the band will continue, but I'm not part of it anymore. That was weird. And today was my last CMENC meeting as President... so that's done. Three groups that I've been actively involved in: flute studio, MMB, and CMENC, are finished with me. It didn't all hit me until just now.
Once my housemates move away, I feel like all my college "families" are gone. Thank god for Anne and Jess and Charlcy... I just hope I'll still be able to see those girls when I'm spending all my days in Bloomfield Hills!
Growing up is surreal.