Sorrow and Joy and...
The end of the year is upon us, and I don't know what to feel. Of course I'm glad to see the end of the year, a break from this thing called "school" that distracts me from my devotion to band... of course, I will also have to spend three months away from my home away from home, my dear Band Room, my band friends (as none of us have free time over the summers) and even the director. Next year, band camp will be full of new freshmen who don't know a thing about marching and the duty will fall to us to teach them.
The end of the year is a bittersweet time, a time of saying goodbye and promising to remember things that you shouldn't even dare to suggest forgetting. The graduating seniors are under obligation to promise to come back. Even those who know very well that as soon as they're gone, they will never be seen or heard from again.
The sentimental slobs will cry at graduation as they watch the seniors cross the stage and walk away, never again to be a part of us. Hell, even those of us who aren't all sentimental will cry. I'm pretty sure I will, but such things are pretty unpredictable.
And as for the next year... I'll have to meet up again with my old friend the mellophone. The new ones the school ordered that were supposed to be here last November for homecoming still haven't arrived. Should I look forward to it?
Of course.
The end of the year is upon us, and I don't know what to feel. Of course I'm glad to see the end of the year, a break from this thing called "school" that distracts me from my devotion to band... of course, I will also have to spend three months away from my home away from home, my dear Band Room, my band friends (as none of us have free time over the summers) and even the director. Next year, band camp will be full of new freshmen who don't know a thing about marching and the duty will fall to us to teach them.
The end of the year is a bittersweet time, a time of saying goodbye and promising to remember things that you shouldn't even dare to suggest forgetting. The graduating seniors are under obligation to promise to come back. Even those who know very well that as soon as they're gone, they will never be seen or heard from again.
The sentimental slobs will cry at graduation as they watch the seniors cross the stage and walk away, never again to be a part of us. Hell, even those of us who aren't all sentimental will cry. I'm pretty sure I will, but such things are pretty unpredictable.
And as for the next year... I'll have to meet up again with my old friend the mellophone. The new ones the school ordered that were supposed to be here last November for homecoming still haven't arrived. Should I look forward to it?
Of course.