Bout that time
Well folks, its about that time to update again. I know I don't do it very often, but plz read and enjoy what I have to say, and make sure to comment.
I am terribly sad to know that my days of high school marching band are almost completely over. The bus trips, the friend making, the good times, they, like the leaves on the beautiful New Mexican trees, are falling away to the ground, to live on only in memory.
They were not lying when they said that high school days are the best days of your life, and I am already wishing I could go back to freshmen year and be a better person, meet more people, do more adventures, and everything else I now regret. Life truly is just sadness, death, and regrets at the end of it all.
Yet at the same time, I am rejoicing at the fact that high school is almost over. Like an innocent convict finally being liberated from prison for a crime he did not do, we are all about to escape the forced workdays of high school. No more legally binding schedules, class hours, and events to be forced to do.
We are now adults, and as such, we are experienceing a wave of freedom about to crash upon us soon (let us all hope we can recuperate from the initial shock).
As Charles Dickens said in A Tale of Two Cities, of which I only read the first 3 pages, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
I would list some of my regrets now, but already thinking of summoning them brings a sadness to my heart which I do not want. Instead, I will list a few of the best times of band, and of my life...
---It was the Spring Trip (I think) freshman year, and I was sitting by a guy of the name of "Gabe." It was late at night, and people were falling asleep. All the sudden, as if by some divine intervention, we came up with a new something to say. "Baaayyyybeeee." It was electric, and soon we couldn't stop ourselves from saying in an Ahhnold accent "Baaayyyyybeeee."
Very soon some people started to wake up, and I think some even told us to shut up. But we didn't care; we were freshmen. We were having such a good time, and even to this day, I cannot help but letting out a good "Baaayyyybeee" every now and then.
---This one is kinda a regret too, but not at the beginning (I will not touch the end by more than a scratch).
We were in New Orleans (Baaaayyyybeeee). I forget which year it was, but I was in heaven. Seriously, the Capital of JAZZ!!! Just driving through the city I felt as though I was absorbing so much culture I was going to burst. And: there was this girl. I had really met her in German Class. And, we were able to talk to each other. Things looked good (Baaaayyyybeeee). I remember this clearly, and I still hold to this today!; I admired her because I thought she was beautiful, and at the same time, very intelligent and an incredible peronsality. A good name too: Katie.
Now, picture this! We were on the steamboat Natchez (I think that was whats its name was; the fog of time is already penetrating my memories) and get this; On the Steamboat Natchez, on the Mississippi River, by the Capital of Jazz in the World; There was a swing band playing in the mid deck!!! So I, in a period of bravery I shall never forget, and always be proud of, walked up to Katie (I remember this as clearly as I saw the day I got contacts, that is, crystal clear) and asked her if she would like to walk with me (JOY!!!!!!! HAPPIEST MOMENT EVER). She said yes, and I was all at once, happy, nervous, and even happier than the first time I saw the Ocean. We walked a little bit, not too much conversation, we toured the engine room, and then (YES!) we made our way to mid deck, and to the swing band playing on the Steamboat Natchez, on the Mississippi River, by the Capital of Jazz in the World! And then, though neither of us knew how to swing dance, we went swing dancing...
...we went swing dancing...
Sorry about that, but I will never forget the elation that came with that influx of complete inner satisfaction.
Some of the best days of our lives, people, I am telling you. Don't let the regrets get you down, as I almost just did, but do your best to stay positive. I know that may sound hypocritical coming from me; the anti-communist, realist, republican, anti-woodwind, trombone playing, almost humourless, dead serious Nathaniel Edward Wiest! But people, through it all, I believe that those who know me will say that I stay in the positive, that I still crack a good joke at the end of the day (baaaaaayyyybeeee).
I know were about to all leave each other, or at least most of each other, to head off to college in many different locals, and I wish the best to all of us, including me, so that we may have good, successful lives and stay positive (that is to say, not necessarily always happy, and sure as hell not dogmatic, but always having a bright outlook towards the future).
-The anti-communist, realist, republican, anti-woodwind, trombone playing, almost humourless, dead serious Nathaniel Edward Wiest
I am terribly sad to know that my days of high school marching band are almost completely over. The bus trips, the friend making, the good times, they, like the leaves on the beautiful New Mexican trees, are falling away to the ground, to live on only in memory.
They were not lying when they said that high school days are the best days of your life, and I am already wishing I could go back to freshmen year and be a better person, meet more people, do more adventures, and everything else I now regret. Life truly is just sadness, death, and regrets at the end of it all.
Yet at the same time, I am rejoicing at the fact that high school is almost over. Like an innocent convict finally being liberated from prison for a crime he did not do, we are all about to escape the forced workdays of high school. No more legally binding schedules, class hours, and events to be forced to do.
We are now adults, and as such, we are experienceing a wave of freedom about to crash upon us soon (let us all hope we can recuperate from the initial shock).
As Charles Dickens said in A Tale of Two Cities, of which I only read the first 3 pages, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
I would list some of my regrets now, but already thinking of summoning them brings a sadness to my heart which I do not want. Instead, I will list a few of the best times of band, and of my life...
---It was the Spring Trip (I think) freshman year, and I was sitting by a guy of the name of "Gabe." It was late at night, and people were falling asleep. All the sudden, as if by some divine intervention, we came up with a new something to say. "Baaayyyybeeee." It was electric, and soon we couldn't stop ourselves from saying in an Ahhnold accent "Baaayyyyybeeee."
Very soon some people started to wake up, and I think some even told us to shut up. But we didn't care; we were freshmen. We were having such a good time, and even to this day, I cannot help but letting out a good "Baaayyyybeee" every now and then.
---This one is kinda a regret too, but not at the beginning (I will not touch the end by more than a scratch).
We were in New Orleans (Baaaayyyybeeee). I forget which year it was, but I was in heaven. Seriously, the Capital of JAZZ!!! Just driving through the city I felt as though I was absorbing so much culture I was going to burst. And: there was this girl. I had really met her in German Class. And, we were able to talk to each other. Things looked good (Baaaayyyybeeee). I remember this clearly, and I still hold to this today!; I admired her because I thought she was beautiful, and at the same time, very intelligent and an incredible peronsality. A good name too: Katie.
Now, picture this! We were on the steamboat Natchez (I think that was whats its name was; the fog of time is already penetrating my memories) and get this; On the Steamboat Natchez, on the Mississippi River, by the Capital of Jazz in the World; There was a swing band playing in the mid deck!!! So I, in a period of bravery I shall never forget, and always be proud of, walked up to Katie (I remember this as clearly as I saw the day I got contacts, that is, crystal clear) and asked her if she would like to walk with me (JOY!!!!!!! HAPPIEST MOMENT EVER). She said yes, and I was all at once, happy, nervous, and even happier than the first time I saw the Ocean. We walked a little bit, not too much conversation, we toured the engine room, and then (YES!) we made our way to mid deck, and to the swing band playing on the Steamboat Natchez, on the Mississippi River, by the Capital of Jazz in the World! And then, though neither of us knew how to swing dance, we went swing dancing...
...we went swing dancing...
Sorry about that, but I will never forget the elation that came with that influx of complete inner satisfaction.
Some of the best days of our lives, people, I am telling you. Don't let the regrets get you down, as I almost just did, but do your best to stay positive. I know that may sound hypocritical coming from me; the anti-communist, realist, republican, anti-woodwind, trombone playing, almost humourless, dead serious Nathaniel Edward Wiest! But people, through it all, I believe that those who know me will say that I stay in the positive, that I still crack a good joke at the end of the day (baaaaaayyyybeeee).
I know were about to all leave each other, or at least most of each other, to head off to college in many different locals, and I wish the best to all of us, including me, so that we may have good, successful lives and stay positive (that is to say, not necessarily always happy, and sure as hell not dogmatic, but always having a bright outlook towards the future).
-The anti-communist, realist, republican, anti-woodwind, trombone playing, almost humourless, dead serious Nathaniel Edward Wiest