During the last bit of school back in May, I had gotten into Color Guard. It was my first day and I already learned so much, like people were impressed with me, and I found dancing with flags fun. So, I wanted it to be something I could get into for the rest of highschool, and that meant I had to go to band camp. Which was fine with me, you know? But of fucking course the universe had to be against me and my parents scheduled our vacation to South Carolina on the last week of band camp. I was going to miss the performance for parents and an entire week of band camp.
Band camp starts this upcoming Monday, and I would absolutely love to go, but my mind is telling me not to because my brain knows me so well. I know that if I went, I'd have so much fun, probably the best moments of my life, and then it'd all crumble down and make me cry the entire time I'm on vacation. Now I know that's now how I should be living life, but I will also have another chance for this upcoming school year when Color Guard practices start up again.
But I'm crying right now because it has been 2 months that it was known that I wanted to be in Color Guard and go to band camp. This just goes to show what love I get in my family.
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