Leaving on a Jet Plane
I'm flying to Durham, North Carolina, today. I did not sleep at all. My stomach is turning inside-out. I have butterflies. I'm excited.
I need to get out of Pensacola. I'm sick of it. This is only a small reprieve, but I finally get to spend New Years with someone. That makes it so much better. I must admit, I miss band. The musicians were my family. It didn't matter who you talked to, you always had something to talk about or someone to relate to. It was a never-ending swarm of gossip. When we don't talk, we play music. We laugh at some of the dumbest shit. The music department consisted of the most eclectic collective of personalities. Everyone had a common foothold... music... but we were very different at the same time. However... I don't remember educating myself through musicians. I think a lot of musicians struggle with words in their own way. The best of us speak through our instruments. Those particular individuals struggle the most. They have a hard time identifying with the crowd. We live in our thoughts. I never really educated myself in music. I was always frustrated and bored. I was bored with listening to bad recitals.
"If you don't enjoy recitals, you are in the wrong business." That still echoes through my head. It wasn't someone said it. It was the person who said it. My own professor told me that my passion was a business. I disagreed so much, that I never really took time to listen and learn. I, much like growing up, spent time away from my parents (the teachers) and grew up outside of it all.
Then there was club commons. We just talked, relaxed and played. We had fun! I got yelled at, laughed at, looked at like I was a stray puppy and then eventually accepted. I matured and started to find that I could in fact communicate. I learned how to socialize. I stopped yapping away with boring crap. I started telling people only what I felt instead of what I thought they wanted to hear (well... not always). I know I still have my short-comings. Adam, Matt, Sam, Bryce, Mary, Drew, Ben, Tiffany, (evil)Adam, el Pizza Hut Brothers, Cliff (yes you brother and your crew), Robbie B., James, Matt B., Beth, Maureen, Will and Don and others all put up with that ignorance and more so, just put up with me and accepted me with all my short-comings.
I can't forget about Erik. Erik I've always felt was the center of it. He always stood by me no matter how much I aggravated him. He went out of his way to help everyone when they needed it. He seldom said "NO." (if he did it's because he was unable to move due to lack of food or his car was broken)
I think about what it was I offered to club commons. I have trouble coming up with things. I think I was simply there to aggravate you all. (or was that Donnie?)
I don't have a list of everyone's email, phone number or whereabouts. I'd love for us to have a reunion. Meet up on Capture-The-Flag night. Perhaps, we can all stay in town and go juggle on Wednesday night like we used to. I miss it, dearly. I love all of you.
Edit: I'm such as asshole. I totally almost forgot about Gabe.
I need to get out of Pensacola. I'm sick of it. This is only a small reprieve, but I finally get to spend New Years with someone. That makes it so much better. I must admit, I miss band. The musicians were my family. It didn't matter who you talked to, you always had something to talk about or someone to relate to. It was a never-ending swarm of gossip. When we don't talk, we play music. We laugh at some of the dumbest shit. The music department consisted of the most eclectic collective of personalities. Everyone had a common foothold... music... but we were very different at the same time. However... I don't remember educating myself through musicians. I think a lot of musicians struggle with words in their own way. The best of us speak through our instruments. Those particular individuals struggle the most. They have a hard time identifying with the crowd. We live in our thoughts. I never really educated myself in music. I was always frustrated and bored. I was bored with listening to bad recitals.
"If you don't enjoy recitals, you are in the wrong business." That still echoes through my head. It wasn't someone said it. It was the person who said it. My own professor told me that my passion was a business. I disagreed so much, that I never really took time to listen and learn. I, much like growing up, spent time away from my parents (the teachers) and grew up outside of it all.
Then there was club commons. We just talked, relaxed and played. We had fun! I got yelled at, laughed at, looked at like I was a stray puppy and then eventually accepted. I matured and started to find that I could in fact communicate. I learned how to socialize. I stopped yapping away with boring crap. I started telling people only what I felt instead of what I thought they wanted to hear (well... not always). I know I still have my short-comings. Adam, Matt, Sam, Bryce, Mary, Drew, Ben, Tiffany, (evil)Adam, el Pizza Hut Brothers, Cliff (yes you brother and your crew), Robbie B., James, Matt B., Beth, Maureen, Will and Don and others all put up with that ignorance and more so, just put up with me and accepted me with all my short-comings.
I can't forget about Erik. Erik I've always felt was the center of it. He always stood by me no matter how much I aggravated him. He went out of his way to help everyone when they needed it. He seldom said "NO." (if he did it's because he was unable to move due to lack of food or his car was broken)
I think about what it was I offered to club commons. I have trouble coming up with things. I think I was simply there to aggravate you all. (or was that Donnie?)
I don't have a list of everyone's email, phone number or whereabouts. I'd love for us to have a reunion. Meet up on Capture-The-Flag night. Perhaps, we can all stay in town and go juggle on Wednesday night like we used to. I miss it, dearly. I love all of you.
Edit: I'm such as asshole. I totally almost forgot about Gabe.