Wth? I mean I'm not complaining but I'm a pretty boring person. How the hell do I have so many reads?
Thanks guys ilyasm
Ok so starting with that note, Ima go into what this was supposed to be.
And that's another thought chapter.
So Friday night was not my favorite time. I didn't really enjoy my game.
Let's just start out from the beginning of the week.
MONDAY:
School was good. It was a lot better then I expected so I ended on a pretty good note. I had my best friend Morgie in the same art class as me which was a lot of fun. I didn't have band practice that day so I came home and enjoyed sitting around on my bed.
TUESDAY:
School was just the same as Monday. It was fine. But, then I had practice. This is where the depression started. Ok so we were out on the field running drill for Friday. My new director came up to me to talk to me. (Side note, this is where I started hating him more then I've ever hated anyone) he came up to me and asked, "what grade are you in?" I held at my attention position and replied, "9th sir."
He rubbed his chin before responding, "i don't think I can let a sophomore on the field when they don't try to improve their skills." I was taken aback before asking, "well I didn't think the band class and marching band were together." And he said, "well they aren't but if I have a student that can't play and does not try to get better then they should not be marching." Then he walked away.
He was basically saying that I could not play and that me working for it was not good enough so he was gonna kick me off.
EXCUSE ME BITCH
I AM WORKING HARD TO BE ABLE TO PLAY.
I LITERALLY WALKED UP TO YOU AT BAND CAMP AND ASKED YOU TO HELP ME WITH MY MUSIC. WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU SAID NO. THATS RIGHT. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU ARE THE DIRECTOR COMPLAINING THAT I CANT PLAY YET YOU REFUSED TO HELP ME. GO DIE.
So I went home and cried.
But after crying for an hour I got up and took a shower before going out to eat with my best friends which helped lift my mood.
WEDNESDAY:
School was just the same. Except the only two classes I had with Morgie all year, she got moved out of. Kill me.
I had practice which I practically hid from.
Came home and kinda sat around. I honestly don't remember much.
THURSDAY:
School then practice. No water till 5. Almost passed out. Thanks Director.
Came home and chilled in my bed dreading for Friday.
FRIDAY:
Ahhh yes. The worst marching day ever. Alright so I thought I was about to start my period but forgot pads so we were scrambling to get some to me. I got to see my brother which made me really happy.
We sung some songs and had fun before hand. Everything was normal. Well, then came the moment we arrived.
Everything seemed fine, not many issues not very many arguments. The other band kinda sucked.
