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I wishwishwish I was a strong person.
Oh well, wishes don't just come true. I need to work on that, I guess.
I was thinking today, it's been 4 years since Dad passed. Writing that paper for FSU has made me think about it alot. Although I've been having Dad-moments for the past couple of weeks; before I wrote the essay. Why would it take four years for all of this emotion to emerge?But today I went and left flowers at the grave. And I didn't cry then, but when Mom started talking about later, I started tearing up. I don't get it.
The game was pretty fun. I stayed for the whole thing, because Fo got an attitude with me about it. He was really pissy tonight. As was I. People are just so overwhelming. And I really hate not knowing what to do.
Not being in control of myself makes me so uncomfortable, I go a little crazy. Which is why I can't stand most band parents, and why games are sometimes such a trial. They have this stranglehold over me, and I can't do anything about it. And I hate how they constantly go over the staff. The fact is, WE'RE the uber geeks. We know how certain things work better than they do. Especially within our own section. So when I call someone out on something, I expect the parents to support me. When they override staff decisions, the staff looks dumb and it becomes harder to command respect.
And I really hate how people are ducking out of being punished for things. It speaks volumes about their character. Also, being a smartass in front of the entire band is never a good thing. If one would pay attention to his or her duties, the rest of the band wouldn't have to yell at them to watch the goddamn game, because we almost scored a touchdown.
Thank you and goodnight.
That was a very poorly written rant. Oh well.
Cruising home at 1 AM with DMB@Central Park blaring is way fun.
-Kathryn out
Oh well, wishes don't just come true. I need to work on that, I guess.
I was thinking today, it's been 4 years since Dad passed. Writing that paper for FSU has made me think about it alot. Although I've been having Dad-moments for the past couple of weeks; before I wrote the essay. Why would it take four years for all of this emotion to emerge?But today I went and left flowers at the grave. And I didn't cry then, but when Mom started talking about later, I started tearing up. I don't get it.
The game was pretty fun. I stayed for the whole thing, because Fo got an attitude with me about it. He was really pissy tonight. As was I. People are just so overwhelming. And I really hate not knowing what to do.
Not being in control of myself makes me so uncomfortable, I go a little crazy. Which is why I can't stand most band parents, and why games are sometimes such a trial. They have this stranglehold over me, and I can't do anything about it. And I hate how they constantly go over the staff. The fact is, WE'RE the uber geeks. We know how certain things work better than they do. Especially within our own section. So when I call someone out on something, I expect the parents to support me. When they override staff decisions, the staff looks dumb and it becomes harder to command respect.
And I really hate how people are ducking out of being punished for things. It speaks volumes about their character. Also, being a smartass in front of the entire band is never a good thing. If one would pay attention to his or her duties, the rest of the band wouldn't have to yell at them to watch the goddamn game, because we almost scored a touchdown.
Thank you and goodnight.
That was a very poorly written rant. Oh well.
Cruising home at 1 AM with DMB@Central Park blaring is way fun.
-Kathryn out