The problem with having him as a director is that you know how good you are, and that really kills the excitement in some things.
You're the only band to ever be BEGGED to come perform at All-State. Big deal: half of your Wind Ensemble is going anyway.
You're the only band in the state to post a perfect score at FMBC. Oh well, it's not like he'll think its good enough anyway.
You're the only girl in recorded history to not melt into a giant puddle when he throws you the glare, which just makes him hate you more.
The problem with having him as a director is that you know how bad you are, and that really kills your spirit.
It's not the first or last time that he calls you out that makes you cry, it's all the millions of times in between.
It's not the reasons why you're late that make you cringe at the thought of his office, it's the office itself that scares you white.
It's not the failure that hurts the most, it's the look in his eye when he realizes you've failed yourself again.
The problem with having him as a director is that when you get home, he's a different person.
He's just your dad.