so...I feel like the world is chewing me and spitting me out.
First of all. Let me say. I know everyone has their ups and downs. Today. Definitly a down.
Today at band rehearsal we were horrible. We will not be able to compete against Warren or Mayfair looking like that. No one was with me. I was up there conducting and no one was with me. I'm fighting but they just seem to drag and I have to give in. Thats where everything screws up cuz everything goes sooo slow. I get blamed for the drag. I will get blamed for everything. Yah. And that is what being a drum major is all about.
Its about being blamed. Its about representing the band...if the band is horrible, then the drum major is horrible.
Being drum major means giving it all up. Giving up your social life with friends. I have no time to talk to my crew because I'm too busy trying to work rehearsal. For me...having actual fun in band is over for me. It ended right before I blew the whistle on the first day of mini band camp.
So senior year is...becoming an adult. Stop acting stupid and start stepping it up because next year its the real world.
So high school ended for me at the end of junior year I suppose.
I knew it would happen. I probably drempt it. When I would look over to the people I hung out with for the past eleven years, and see them smiling and having fun...while I am straight faced...not talking...practicing tempo and pulse? Telling everyone to set and shut up.
But I love it.
At the same time, I'm meeting the band. I'm actually knowing the band, people outside my little woodwind crew. I know people personally...I connect with them, I know how they are. The whole band is my crew now. I have to face that. The drumline, the colorguard, the low brass...(THE TUBAS...omg)...they are the people I hang with now.
like Denicar and I say...climbing up the social ladder!!!
Dont no one better say I'm a band nerd cuz I know I am.
So in conclusion. I sucked at everything I did today. Today...I walked away from the band when they marched back to the band room. I stayed out there long after everyone left with a few other people. I rolled up the wire and headed back after getting the perfect white on my pants dirty. And I was alone. I walked through the dark school alone...carrying the wire, a speaker, my folders...everything. And then I get back to the band room and no one was there. Everyone was gone. I just got home around 10:15. Thats when I realized that I didn't even have the chance to say bye to anyone. Just Mr. O...but ew. lol jp. And thats how it is. Totally alone. When everything is done, you become totally alone. Being this drum major means getting the blame first and then cleaning it up last. I am soo ready for it. Bring it on. I felt that today. Finally. I'm freakin growing up.
-vj
Today at band rehearsal we were horrible. We will not be able to compete against Warren or Mayfair looking like that. No one was with me. I was up there conducting and no one was with me. I'm fighting but they just seem to drag and I have to give in. Thats where everything screws up cuz everything goes sooo slow. I get blamed for the drag. I will get blamed for everything. Yah. And that is what being a drum major is all about.
Its about being blamed. Its about representing the band...if the band is horrible, then the drum major is horrible.
Being drum major means giving it all up. Giving up your social life with friends. I have no time to talk to my crew because I'm too busy trying to work rehearsal. For me...having actual fun in band is over for me. It ended right before I blew the whistle on the first day of mini band camp.
So senior year is...becoming an adult. Stop acting stupid and start stepping it up because next year its the real world.
So high school ended for me at the end of junior year I suppose.
I knew it would happen. I probably drempt it. When I would look over to the people I hung out with for the past eleven years, and see them smiling and having fun...while I am straight faced...not talking...practicing tempo and pulse? Telling everyone to set and shut up.
But I love it.
At the same time, I'm meeting the band. I'm actually knowing the band, people outside my little woodwind crew. I know people personally...I connect with them, I know how they are. The whole band is my crew now. I have to face that. The drumline, the colorguard, the low brass...(THE TUBAS...omg)...they are the people I hang with now.
like Denicar and I say...climbing up the social ladder!!!
Dont no one better say I'm a band nerd cuz I know I am.
So in conclusion. I sucked at everything I did today. Today...I walked away from the band when they marched back to the band room. I stayed out there long after everyone left with a few other people. I rolled up the wire and headed back after getting the perfect white on my pants dirty. And I was alone. I walked through the dark school alone...carrying the wire, a speaker, my folders...everything. And then I get back to the band room and no one was there. Everyone was gone. I just got home around 10:15. Thats when I realized that I didn't even have the chance to say bye to anyone. Just Mr. O...but ew. lol jp. And thats how it is. Totally alone. When everything is done, you become totally alone. Being this drum major means getting the blame first and then cleaning it up last. I am soo ready for it. Bring it on. I felt that today. Finally. I'm freakin growing up.
-vj