Alright, this is going to be my nerdiest journal entries yet- but I have to vent. I've been playing music (flute) for ten years and I have NEVER liked one of my band teachers, until we got our new band teacher Mr. C this last september. He is a beyond talented saxaphone player who has brought our music program up from nothing- and we all love him dearly.
Today he has announced he is leaving us this next year. Again we are loosing are band teacher, again.
Yup, I'm sitting here crying writing a journal entry about how much I'll miss a freaking band teacher. I've had five music teachers and he is the ONLY one I've ever liked. Why? Because he makes music with us, something beautiful that our school system has never had before. So I'm heartbroken. No one has ever made our band play real music before, I've always had to go and audition for more advanced groups to get what he has so simply given to us. It's pathetic, I know. But it's going to be depressing next year when we get some shitty ass replacement teacher, knowing that we could have been so much better and we could've been given that gift of music everyday. I'll miss him a lot. I don't even know if I'll be able to look at him for the rest of the year without crying because he is abandoning us to go back to school and be with his girlfriend. It sucks, so, much.
But, in music there's hope. So I'll just keep playing and keep hoping that maybe nest year we will get somebody as talented, and funny, and giving, and helpful- as he is. He's one of those teachers that changes you, because he's the only one who will ever understand you.
Well, I should go cry some more.
I'll watch Titanic so when my mom gets home I actually have a not so pathetic reason to be bawling my eyes out....
Missy.