the end of an era in my life

Well, well, well. 3 very long, very grueling months of frustration and hard work. All for naught. State contest was tonight… and guess what double A band didn’t get a one? The strangest part was… I didn’t get in the least bit upset. In the middle of the performance I realized we wouldn’t get a one. We hadn’t a chance. Some people are really pretty upset by it. And I guess reasonably so, but most were juniors or a few seniors. Not me. Last year I was devastated… this year nothing. That’s the last time I will ever march that show in my entire life. I’ll always remember my senior show… the diamond cutter… too bad the last performance royally sucked.

The thing is, we deserve a one. We’re good enough to get a one, in fact. The hashes screwed us over. Contest is held at a college… which means our lovely high school hash marks aren’t on the astro-turf. The college hashes are. For competitions, the high school marks are black pieces of tape. Now, this throws everyone off mentally, thus affecting us physically. Half the moves were wrong PURELY because people were using the incorrect hash marks. Plus we weren’t focused. The other bands are used to competing. They’ve done it, they’re good at it, they were given more than 20 minutes notice regarding the differences of hash marks. I have no doubts that the FCMB will indeed get a one at states sometime in the near future. But there needs to be some preparation for the actual competition… not just the show. That may be confusing, but I know what I’m talking about.

Will I miss marching band? Well not completely, as I’m marching in college. Will I miss marching with those people? Some of them, of course. Miss the uniform? Don’t make me laugh. The work? The time? The sluts, err I mean flags? The long, uncomfortable two hour bus rides? No. I’ll have fond memories, I’m sure. I’ll have stories to tell any kids that I may or may not have. I’m glad I was in marching band… I’m glad that I went through hell… I’m glad we became good. I really am. And I do love my friends… I do love the bus rides because I’m spending time with my boyfriend. But I won’t miss the reasons. I won’t miss the mud, the rain, the sleet, the snow, the cold, the hot, the sweat, the wind… all in the middle of the school day. Oh no, my friends… I will be just fine without that. I’m getting my life back. I’m regaining my Friday and Saturday nights. I’m regaining my Thursday afternoons. I’m gaining a free mod… whoa a quarter with 5 free mods. *heavenly* Of course, two of those aren’t exactly free, but es geht.

Then again Nolan’s in gray band. And I’m in wind ensemble. Nothing together anymore. No lunch, no band… mensch. It will be good for me. But I don’t want it. Even if we never talked at night… even if we barely said hi between classes… we could always count on lunch and part of band to talk to each other and keep up to date… just kind of be together. No more of that.

I’ll build a stairway to paradise
With a new step everyday
I’m going to get there at any price
Stand aside I’m on my way
I’ve got the blues
And up above it’s so fair
Shoes
Go on and carry me there
I’ll build a stairway to paradise
With a new step everyday!

Ahh yes… An American in Paris. It’s about 1:10 am right now. One could debate that, of course, and say it’s 2:10… but as far as I’m concerned, it’s just past 1. I fell back as soon as I got home from band. I love this gaining an hour stuff. We should have more 25 hour days.

G’night world… enjoy the extra hour. I’m off being

~swept away by the end of marching season~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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