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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Once Again
I've felt bad before and now I do again. I'm tired physically and emotionally... my friends are breaking down and all this work for the homecoming show, being taken out of classes for group field rehearsals in freezing rain for 3 hours every day... it's just taking it's toll on me. Trying to keep up with all the homework when I miss so many classes for band to learn the drills for the show to show everyone that the band can and will make it...
I love band and I always will; nothing can keep me from being in it but things come with prices and I know my life is hectic chaos at the moment but the night I'm under those lights on the field in my uniform with the whole band ready to march the steps and play the memorized music, that will be my resolution. I've done it these past two years and I'm almost ready to do it a third and it is my glory. Then after that to see all the freshman and feel all that emotion and satisfaction and pride that they can take in doing something so monumental. For every individual to take satisfaction in their effort, to show everyone, to prove how good, no, how amazing our band is is well worth this mass chaos.
That was my pep talk, and please Mike or therefore any of my bandies who are feeling down read this and remember you will always have band if anything. The band is a family of which every bandie is a part of. *sigh* I just wished we could've had more of a freshman orientation to make them feel welcome since the Jameson thing kind of took priority and forced everything to be so much more complicated and as I say for the third time, chaotic. The band will recover, however bad the fall we are too strong and united to fall because of one person. Again with the pep talk, but it's how I feel and I just want to reassure everyone as well as myself.
So concluding from last nights Powder Puff game the seniors kicked ass, 28-0 and it was really boring. I did meet up with Zack and we held hands almost the whole time. It's nice to just be with someone even if you're not doing anything. After a few times I noticed that every time a guy would look at me while we were sitting or walking Zack would pull me closer and squeeze my hand tighter and look defensively at the guy looking at me as if to silently say "she's mine, stay away". It was so cute though because then I'd squeeze his hand back and look at him and we'd smile at each other. Vix commented on how quiet we were and it was like at times we were almost having private subliminal conversations so I almost laughed a few times. Zack just e-mailed me again so I'm going to reply and since I haven't anything else to comment on I'm ending this.
I've felt bad before and now I do again. I'm tired physically and emotionally... my friends are breaking down and all this work for the homecoming show, being taken out of classes for group field rehearsals in freezing rain for 3 hours every day... it's just taking it's toll on me. Trying to keep up with all the homework when I miss so many classes for band to learn the drills for the show to show everyone that the band can and will make it...
I love band and I always will; nothing can keep me from being in it but things come with prices and I know my life is hectic chaos at the moment but the night I'm under those lights on the field in my uniform with the whole band ready to march the steps and play the memorized music, that will be my resolution. I've done it these past two years and I'm almost ready to do it a third and it is my glory. Then after that to see all the freshman and feel all that emotion and satisfaction and pride that they can take in doing something so monumental. For every individual to take satisfaction in their effort, to show everyone, to prove how good, no, how amazing our band is is well worth this mass chaos.
That was my pep talk, and please Mike or therefore any of my bandies who are feeling down read this and remember you will always have band if anything. The band is a family of which every bandie is a part of. *sigh* I just wished we could've had more of a freshman orientation to make them feel welcome since the Jameson thing kind of took priority and forced everything to be so much more complicated and as I say for the third time, chaotic. The band will recover, however bad the fall we are too strong and united to fall because of one person. Again with the pep talk, but it's how I feel and I just want to reassure everyone as well as myself.
So concluding from last nights Powder Puff game the seniors kicked ass, 28-0 and it was really boring. I did meet up with Zack and we held hands almost the whole time. It's nice to just be with someone even if you're not doing anything. After a few times I noticed that every time a guy would look at me while we were sitting or walking Zack would pull me closer and squeeze my hand tighter and look defensively at the guy looking at me as if to silently say "she's mine, stay away". It was so cute though because then I'd squeeze his hand back and look at him and we'd smile at each other. Vix commented on how quiet we were and it was like at times we were almost having private subliminal conversations so I almost laughed a few times. Zack just e-mailed me again so I'm going to reply and since I haven't anything else to comment on I'm ending this.
Mandy ~ 7:23 PM