it feels weird to miss you after all you are the ex- band director... my anxiety loves to remind me that you're gone, and i can't help but to be upset about it. you knew what i went through my freshman year, that's one of the things i remember. but you found out too late... then you had to leave. only to be replaced by a bitch, who doesn't understand or know. all the people that knew what happened are leaving this year as well, they're seniors. but when you do come back to northside, i'll be happier than ever. i got attached too late, when i already knew you were leaving... it's probably gonna hit me hard with the realization that you aren't gonna be in the pit band this year directing really hits me for some reason. and i'm a techie, behind the scenes. please tell me why i have tears in my eyes as i'm writing this. another side note- you weren't so strict, you knew you couldn't run a band like a dictatorship, that you couldn't run a high school band like a dci band, you let us wear jewelry. my point is, i really miss you reyes and you wouldn't recognize your band now.
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Non-Fictionshort stories and poems that i'll write. the names will be the dates i originally wrote them followed by a title i give it.
