the end. (cont)
I hardly spoke for a very long time. I didnt look Chris in the eye. I hugged people and I cried. And for a long time, I stood. I looked off into space. Miranda came over, got me talking. She was the only one who could get me to talk. She was the only one that broke through to me.
I wasnt ready for this. There is no way to be ready for this. But Im not ready for it to be over.
How did it happen? Weve beat all of those bands before. I only watched one show, Scottsburg. It was bad. The theme was weak. The guard was not together. Their lines were bad. Their music was weak. Theyre going to state.
Were not.
We got 9th place. 9. out of 19. How? A band we had never heard of beat us. Bishop Chatard. I have no idea who they are. Come to find out, the band had 32 people. No marching drum line.
They beat us.
What happened?
It wasnt us. We had one of our best shows ever. So what went wrong?
I cant accept this. It isnt real. It makes no sense. I just dont understand. I cant accept what I dont understand.
Until I understand, I will continue on this way. I live in a daze. Im constantly staring off. My mind isnt in this world. The emotional stress is quickly breaking me down. I dont eat much. My sleep is distraught with dreams. I live in a hazy world of a vague headache. My wrist is bad; the muscles are tightening, not letting me move it. Sometimes my fingers go numb. I wont be surprised if I get sick. The stress is too much.
Tomorrow Ill go to school (we had today off). Ill hear people say theyre sorry, that they dont understand. Ill hear other band kids say we got screwed. Then Ill go to our brand new band room ..and what? Will she show us the tape? What will she say to us? Will I understand why?
Will I ever know why?
Sometimes the pain of being struck down from an emotional high is all too much to bear. Sometimes you feel like you should just ball up and die right there, on the spot, in your case on the astroturph. All i can think or bring myself to believe is that this is what we’re given to help us know ourselves… our boundaries and our breaking points. I assure you my heart was with you from reading
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your initial entry where you were on top of the world. And it is you, i like to think, that i was with when i myself was struck down from a similar high this past week. You seem to be a profound person; seeing the symbolism in the changing tree. I urge you to find the symbolism in this defeat, recognize it, and realize that you conquered. Truly you did. And i commend you on that.
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