Hey guys... I'm really sad.
I think that it's really silly, but this is the only place where I can actually express my feelings.
So I just had my first concert as a JV (junior varsity) Student. I'm in orchestra and was so excited.
Keyword is was.
Everything was going fine; I had a day with minor problems, I stayed after school to practice, etc. Then when I went to the bathroom to change into my concert uniform, my bracelet broke.
Of course, I dismissed it because my bracelet broke all of the time, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the day was going to be horrible.
So I went back to the gym, where we held the concert and practice. Not too long after, a girl started to complain about her seating. Did I forget to mention that I'm a first chair violin? Anyways, she complained about being in the back and wanted to be her actual fourth chair. Since my friend, Jessica, was in the girls seat, Jessica gave it up. Seats filed in and Jessica realized that she had to sit in the back.
I'm just going to say this now. My teacher has no clue what he is doing.
I used to like him; he's really fun and nice. But after today, I'm never going to look at him the same. I know me. Whenever I talk to him, I know I'm going to have sass in my voice, I know I'm answer in the meanest way possible.
But today, he didn't plan anything. He was supposed to set up who was going to be in what chair. He was supposed to make sure everyone was in order. He's supposed to be the teacher.
Now, I know he's new, this being his first concert as a teacher. Ever. But he had help. The old orchestra teacher was there. The old Varsity students were there. Heck, even the lady who wrote our music book was there. Yet he didn't ask for help
You remember Jessica, right? Well since she had to sit in the back (she's actually second chair) she made me sit with her. So, now there's the two best players sitting in the back where no one can hear them. The girl who took my spot all the way in the front isn't the best player there is. But I was kinda ok with it,as long as she knew what she was doing. I even asked her to make sure. You see, the first chair in the first section (which is my section) is supposed to get up in front of the audience and do a quick tuning of the strings. I just wanted to make sure she knew what strings to do in what order. So after that, I sat down on my seat in the very back. By then, my brother and his girlfriend was there. I was a little sad, but I thought that the music we played would pay for it.
Then, when we were tuning in front of the audience, a different girl went up. Don't you just hate it when people do things without telling you? Or they have a plan, that you agreed with, then changed it at last minute? That frustration that you feel that makes you want to punch them in the face and apologize afterwards. I complained a little, but didn't do much. I could tell that by my brothers face that he silenced my frustration.
We were going to start playing our first song. My mom still wasn't there yet. My brother signaled to me that they would be there in around ten minutes. But that was too long. We played our first song 'Clog Dance.' We messed up so badly. We weren't together and I couldn't hear anyone from all the way in the back. It was so horrible. My mom didn't come until the last song. I was a little sad about that. We messed up on that song too. I thought it was impossible to mess up on that, but life proved me wrong.
Out of the three groups (beginning, JV, varsity) we were the worst. Despite all complements my family gave me, I couldn't but feel disappointed in my class. Tomorrow, I'm going to have a talk with my teacher and classmates.
Anyways, thanks for listening to my problems! I'll try to post something for you guys as a thanks. But that'll be on the next few days.
Peace!!!!
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