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So of course, the lovely Mr. C never fails to anger me. It turns out he calls my mom, who I just spoke with, told her I failed a class (I kinda already broke that to her that I might of, and was just going to let her know come report cards), AND told her I can't do jazz band. How fucking gay! So now my mom thinks I'm failing all my classes, and am not going to graduate, because I am to relaxed and not focused enough. Bullshit. You should see how hard I work and pay attention in class. I jump on every assignment, and don't sleep unless I'm done. I'm not failing, fuck that. And so now I get to go fight for my right to do jazz band. This is such bullshit. I'm so mad. I love playing my trombone and I'll be damned if I can't play because of some angry band teacher, fuck that shit! I quit fucking concert band, so the fuck what! And if I can't do jazz, then hell no am I going back to concert band, I'll go buy my own trombone and do PBCC band. And fuck solo and ensembles, I will totally not do that either! This is all bullshit.