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The bus that was leaving for districts on saturday was supposed to leave at 7:00. I woke up, late, at 7:25. It was so unlike me to wake up so late... I'm always on time, always punctual and this and that...
my initial reaction when i glanced at the digital clock sitting on the bed went was disbelief. i looked at the clock sleepy eyed... "noo... it can't be... 7:25?" and then i sat there a good 10 to 15 seconds waiting for the digits to change... haha, almost hoping that the clock would sprout legs, jump up and down, and shout "haha! just kidding! it's really 5:30!" But no. the digits did not change, and i swore very loudly.
i do not do well in these types of situations. i burst out into the hall and started freaking out. half of me wanted to be rebellious by stealing the car and flooring it 50 or so miles to the festival. half of me wanted to proceed normally with a nice breakfast. the attitude was, "if i'm already 25 mins. late, an hour or more isn't going to hurt."
instead i ran into to my mom's room and started yelling (which, by doing, i ended up waking the monster) and she started screaming for my dad to get up. it took her a few tries, but when he finally got up in his dull confusion he thought there was a fire... but yeah, i doused my head under the faucet (giving people the impression i had showered), grabbed my stuff together, and my mother drove me to the high school, where the bus was still waiting. thank god. and i made it to rehearsal on time.
we had a lot of personalities in the orchestra... there was a blind violinist. yes, blind (i know this because i heard it from mrs. casale, who happened to be the manager of the orchestra)- sitting in the second violin section. apparently, this kid gets his music, sends it out to a company and they return it back to him in braille (sp?).
during one of our breaks, a group of kids were standing around asking each other incessant questions about the kid.
"how does he know an up-bow from a down-bow?"
"how does he know when to stop when mr. raney tells us to?"
"how does he get around? "he uses a cane." "what?? I haven't seen him use a cane!"
the one thing that i wondered was how good he would be if he wasn't blind? even with his disability, he was able to make it into the orchestra. incredible.
and then there was a gothic cellist, and a gay bassoonist. the bassoonist was kind of funny actually.. feminine kid parading around the orchestra room with his bassoon and excited voice... apparently somebody gave him a message to give to the orchestra before the concert. he stood up on a table and screamed in his girly voice, "QUIET!!!!!!!!!!! There will be NO rehearsal before the concert." everybody just stared and laughed... not at him, just cause it was hilarious.
i did a shitty job in the concert. i was very pissed afterwards.
my initial reaction when i glanced at the digital clock sitting on the bed went was disbelief. i looked at the clock sleepy eyed... "noo... it can't be... 7:25?" and then i sat there a good 10 to 15 seconds waiting for the digits to change... haha, almost hoping that the clock would sprout legs, jump up and down, and shout "haha! just kidding! it's really 5:30!" But no. the digits did not change, and i swore very loudly.
i do not do well in these types of situations. i burst out into the hall and started freaking out. half of me wanted to be rebellious by stealing the car and flooring it 50 or so miles to the festival. half of me wanted to proceed normally with a nice breakfast. the attitude was, "if i'm already 25 mins. late, an hour or more isn't going to hurt."
instead i ran into to my mom's room and started yelling (which, by doing, i ended up waking the monster) and she started screaming for my dad to get up. it took her a few tries, but when he finally got up in his dull confusion he thought there was a fire... but yeah, i doused my head under the faucet (giving people the impression i had showered), grabbed my stuff together, and my mother drove me to the high school, where the bus was still waiting. thank god. and i made it to rehearsal on time.
we had a lot of personalities in the orchestra... there was a blind violinist. yes, blind (i know this because i heard it from mrs. casale, who happened to be the manager of the orchestra)- sitting in the second violin section. apparently, this kid gets his music, sends it out to a company and they return it back to him in braille (sp?).
during one of our breaks, a group of kids were standing around asking each other incessant questions about the kid.
"how does he know an up-bow from a down-bow?"
"how does he know when to stop when mr. raney tells us to?"
"how does he get around? "he uses a cane." "what?? I haven't seen him use a cane!"
the one thing that i wondered was how good he would be if he wasn't blind? even with his disability, he was able to make it into the orchestra. incredible.
and then there was a gothic cellist, and a gay bassoonist. the bassoonist was kind of funny actually.. feminine kid parading around the orchestra room with his bassoon and excited voice... apparently somebody gave him a message to give to the orchestra before the concert. he stood up on a table and screamed in his girly voice, "QUIET!!!!!!!!!!! There will be NO rehearsal before the concert." everybody just stared and laughed... not at him, just cause it was hilarious.
i did a shitty job in the concert. i was very pissed afterwards.