Tears of Pearls...
The last day he was here, I let myself into the Band Hall throught the back door and left a cheap Wal-Mart card on his desk. Although it was over an hour before school was to start, I could hear Blake and Jonathon talking in whispers from the front room. Strangely enough, I didn't wonder why they were there soo early, but found myself silently praying to God that they wouldn't come into the back office. I didn't want to have to explain to them what I was doing or why I cared enough to do it. Luckily, they never seemed to notice my presence there. That was the last day of my 8th grade year. The year that I believe was, emotionaly, the hardest year of my life.
Thoughout that year, Mr. Turner had been my refuge. He taught me to love music and how to lose yourself in the melody. Without even saying a word, he let me know that I was always welcome around him and that in him alone, I could intrust my problems. When ever things seemed to get unbearable, he was who I went to with my tears.
Don't get me wrong, he wasn't the best musician in the World, but he seemed to know which ones of his students shared his love of the music. "Music can cure you... " I remember him telling the lower brass that before one of our concerts at Germantown Preforming Arts Center (G-PAC).
Mr. Turner was easy to upset, but it was even easier to tell when he was about to explode. I took pride in how I could agrivate him. Only I could make him turn red, then purple, before finaly talking on a color that was somewhere between blue and green. After you 'saw the rainbow,' as the lower brass called it, you should close you ears and duck for cover.
Most people hated Mr. Turner, or at least acted like they did, but I loved him in a strange and unusual way.
In fact I even refussed to speak or look at Mr. Yopp when he first came to Fayette Academy. I viewed him as the man who Mr. Turner away from me. Now I understand that change is needed and I love Mr. Yopp in the same way I did Mr. Turner, but I know that I'll never be able to trust Mr. Yopp with my secrets as I could Mr. Turner, but I no longer cry for Mr. Turner as I used to. His presence is no longer needed to get me through the day.
-AA-
The last day he was here, I let myself into the Band Hall throught the back door and left a cheap Wal-Mart card on his desk. Although it was over an hour before school was to start, I could hear Blake and Jonathon talking in whispers from the front room. Strangely enough, I didn't wonder why they were there soo early, but found myself silently praying to God that they wouldn't come into the back office. I didn't want to have to explain to them what I was doing or why I cared enough to do it. Luckily, they never seemed to notice my presence there. That was the last day of my 8th grade year. The year that I believe was, emotionaly, the hardest year of my life.
Thoughout that year, Mr. Turner had been my refuge. He taught me to love music and how to lose yourself in the melody. Without even saying a word, he let me know that I was always welcome around him and that in him alone, I could intrust my problems. When ever things seemed to get unbearable, he was who I went to with my tears.
Don't get me wrong, he wasn't the best musician in the World, but he seemed to know which ones of his students shared his love of the music. "Music can cure you... " I remember him telling the lower brass that before one of our concerts at Germantown Preforming Arts Center (G-PAC).
Mr. Turner was easy to upset, but it was even easier to tell when he was about to explode. I took pride in how I could agrivate him. Only I could make him turn red, then purple, before finaly talking on a color that was somewhere between blue and green. After you 'saw the rainbow,' as the lower brass called it, you should close you ears and duck for cover.
Most people hated Mr. Turner, or at least acted like they did, but I loved him in a strange and unusual way.
In fact I even refussed to speak or look at Mr. Yopp when he first came to Fayette Academy. I viewed him as the man who Mr. Turner away from me. Now I understand that change is needed and I love Mr. Yopp in the same way I did Mr. Turner, but I know that I'll never be able to trust Mr. Yopp with my secrets as I could Mr. Turner, but I no longer cry for Mr. Turner as I used to. His presence is no longer needed to get me through the day.
-AA-