A climactic end to an "interesting" season

[stygldbby]

And thus an era ends. I think I'm still in denial. The "last day of _____ eva eva eva eva!" dance was fun after band camp, not so much after the last run through of my high school career. Eva. I'm not even ashamed; I was in tears before even being called to attention. The most intense moment of my life was waiting behind those screens, whole body tensed, just waiting. I was a little skeptical at times this season, but I felt it after that last chord. I felt the feeling. I couldn't stop it then; tears flowed man. Trophies, titles, whatever, they don't mean a thing. It's done. We survived. We managed to pull through this... unconventional, to say the least, season and in those last eight minutes, come together to make all the rest of it mean something. In a way, this season's been more inspiring than even last year's. So we're not national champs. So we didn't win best music for the first time in the history of ever. So we're a group five blah blah blah. We pulled through, and even though they don't make ten foot trophies for that, I'm proud of us. I'm proud of my class in specific. We went through a lot of rough spots this year, our senior year. We dealt with a lot of crap, but note, we dealt with it. When it came down to it, we got on that field and marched with pride in our eyes. We set the good example we've been capable of this entire season. We left it all on that turf. We gave the freshmen a show where they finally "got it", what this activity is truly about (and they gave us a show we'll remember forever). Therefore, now that it's all over, I'm going to cry, dammit. I'm going to be happy, and I'm going to be sad. Though, as they say, I shouldn't cry because it's over. I should smile that something as frustrating and fantastic as marching with this band happened. It's been one crazy and unbelievably amazing ride guys ♥

On a lighter note, what the heck am I supposed to do with this "free time' now? College applications? *shudder*