Strange Occurrences
Okay, so maybe they're not strange but they are definitely something else. Thought I would write a little bloglet for you guys about two significant things that happened to me today.
-We were off on a tangent about Band and Vocal at lunch today, which ended with Kristi belittling Vocal! I mean, don't get me wrong, I live, breath, and bleed for my band (literaly), but Vocal is every bit as important. That's the only thing wrong with band kids on a whole: They are constantly belittling their Choir counterparts. What. The. Heck. Why would someone so into the music just off and have an attitude like that. Sure, everyone can sing, but can you do it well. And unless you are making ones in VOCAL competitions, I don't even want to here you say 'that's not true'. And that your rant of the day.
- This happened today, no joke word for word...said the writer that gets pains when she writes anything but fiction. No, just kidding, this really did happen.
After my Flute lesson today, I was checking over some new charts, making sure they were right. And out of the blue, Mr. O'Kelly comes up next to me, and watches my work.
"Is it worth it?" He asks.
"What?" I ask stupidly.
"Marching." I smile.
"Yes. Definitely. Of course!" He nods at my typical answer. He knows me by now. He hands me a blue star burst.
"You know, I've always been pulling for ya. I heard a rumor that you didn't think so." Uh, yeah! Everyone in a twenty mile radius knows that I'm scared to death about having another incident like last year's All-Region.
"No, not since seventh grade." I joke. He smiles and offers more encouragement about my improvements as I take a few more notes on the drill move. I take one last look at my dot and flip my Dotbook closed just as he finishes.
"Thank you, Mr. O'Kelly. Good-bye." I turn and leave.
"Anytime." He calls after me. I walk away and out of the Band Room, twirling the blue square in my hand. How often had I wished for that kind of approval. I guess good things come to those who wait. I think philosophically to myself. Smiling, I tuck away the little candy in my purse and walk out into the rain.
Oh yeah, lookit, guys! I can write actual events without added comedy/drama bits! Go. Me. Good night!
Lots o' hugs from, Amanda.
-We were off on a tangent about Band and Vocal at lunch today, which ended with Kristi belittling Vocal! I mean, don't get me wrong, I live, breath, and bleed for my band (literaly), but Vocal is every bit as important. That's the only thing wrong with band kids on a whole: They are constantly belittling their Choir counterparts. What. The. Heck. Why would someone so into the music just off and have an attitude like that. Sure, everyone can sing, but can you do it well. And unless you are making ones in VOCAL competitions, I don't even want to here you say 'that's not true'. And that your rant of the day.
- This happened today, no joke word for word...said the writer that gets pains when she writes anything but fiction. No, just kidding, this really did happen.
After my Flute lesson today, I was checking over some new charts, making sure they were right. And out of the blue, Mr. O'Kelly comes up next to me, and watches my work.
"Is it worth it?" He asks.
"What?" I ask stupidly.
"Marching." I smile.
"Yes. Definitely. Of course!" He nods at my typical answer. He knows me by now. He hands me a blue star burst.
"You know, I've always been pulling for ya. I heard a rumor that you didn't think so." Uh, yeah! Everyone in a twenty mile radius knows that I'm scared to death about having another incident like last year's All-Region.
"No, not since seventh grade." I joke. He smiles and offers more encouragement about my improvements as I take a few more notes on the drill move. I take one last look at my dot and flip my Dotbook closed just as he finishes.
"Thank you, Mr. O'Kelly. Good-bye." I turn and leave.
"Anytime." He calls after me. I walk away and out of the Band Room, twirling the blue square in my hand. How often had I wished for that kind of approval. I guess good things come to those who wait. I think philosophically to myself. Smiling, I tuck away the little candy in my purse and walk out into the rain.
Oh yeah, lookit, guys! I can write actual events without added comedy/drama bits! Go. Me. Good night!
Lots o' hugs from, Amanda.
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