oh lord. where do i even begin? okay. so when I started highschool, I got put into the band class. wasnt that big of a problem, except for the fact that I forgot how to play the flute. oops. well, I had to audition for a spot in marching band. and when me Spurlockk noticed I couldnt exactly play, he had Monica and Stephy teach me. I was a vent or kid, and most all vent not kids read music well. so that was the easy part. the hard part? making friends. that first week and a half of school, I sat alone in the corner listening to music. sounds lame right? it was. then I met Kevin and Shannon and Asma and Nicolas and that whole saxophone section. we all became the best of friends. bonding over mcdonalds, chik-fil-a, card games(BS, Uno, go fish). throughout that, I was actually starting to feel accepted and apart of something. which was great. the sax section adopted me into their section because honestly? I liked their section more. (NO OFFENCE FLUTE SECTION. I LOVE YOU ALL TOO) football games were a blast, Dorney Park was literally hilarious(THIRD PLACE WOOOOO) then there was band camp. and oh lord, was that terrifying. to mr Spurlockk, you did it. you defeat anyone that said you couldnt put together a field show. and to all my band kids, we did a hellofa great job. (even though only half my body was tan, the hanukah bush survived) Im gonna miss you guys so much. I might see you next week at the game. Im looking forward to it! good luck with the rest of the year guys. AN DONT FORGET ME. SAM THE GREAT.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 20:07:06 +0000
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