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Post by hchswiregrasshorn on Aug 5, 2007 20:05:29 GMT -5
^*hugs* I know how you feel. I still miss all of my friends at the Crimson Camp, especially the first year. Don't get me wrong, the second year was awesome and a lot of the friends were the same friends from the first year, but the first year was magical. The music, the experience, the friends, the feel of the camp was just perfect. And every time I hear the music that we played, especially Swedish Folk Song (How Great Thou Art) since it was not only the last piece the conductor performed it was the last moment of the best week of my life, I just think of all of the friends that I made and the wonderful experience that it was. And even though I've been to so many other big camps (Florida State, Auburn, BOA Summer Symposium) none of them compare to that year of Crimson Camp.
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Post by musicscifigirl on Aug 5, 2007 20:44:53 GMT -5
I'M STILL HERE! Seriously, just call me or something. I usually don't have much going on. I just don't have a ride. I think Duel and I were supposed to get together and watch the fifth Harry Potter movie at IMAX at some point. [img src=" img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/tfbc/smilies/hug.gif"] [/IMG] Huggles to everyone.[/quote] Harry Potter at the Imax...that sounds delightful! We'll have to do it soon though, I only have a couple weeks left and I'm going to Albuquerque this week.
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Post by moe on Aug 6, 2007 2:07:05 GMT -5
so its really hitting me hard that my good friends are leaving for college soon. one of my best friends is leaving saturday. i'm gonna miss her so bad, but i dont think i can see her before she leaves. D= i'm gonna miss her the most too.
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Post by trumpetspride on Aug 6, 2007 18:49:58 GMT -5
^ *hug* I know how you feel. I have a good friend who is going off to college and I don't know what I'm going to do next year without her :-(
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Post by NinjaBaker on Aug 6, 2007 20:03:54 GMT -5
I lost my Frisbee on the school roof! *cries*
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Post by stickshifty on Aug 7, 2007 20:45:20 GMT -5
Our fish went belly-up today. RIP Julius "Jules" the Betta.
The top of the oven will never be the same again...
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Post by NinjaBaker on Aug 8, 2007 18:43:19 GMT -5
*sigh* I said something that really made my gf mad at me today. and now I feel horrible about it. Darn me and my dry sarcastic sense of humour!
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Post by stickshifty on Aug 11, 2007 21:02:25 GMT -5
I was coming down the stairs and I landed wrong on the last step and now my left knee has an unpleasant burning sensation on the lateral side. I made it through band camp with a tolerable amount of pain, but if I messed it up on something stupid like that, I'm going to have a breakdown. It doesn't help that I keep on having nightmares about my riding accident. You would think that 3 years and 3 weeks after the accident I wouldn't be so affected by it. But every time Bayside would jump THAT fence, I look down and see it all happening in slow motion.
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Post by oboeman on Aug 15, 2007 21:38:50 GMT -5
i dont know, i'm all messed up right now. My dad just moved out today. i knew this was coming for awhile, my parents told me it would be happening back in april. But it doesnt take away from the...i dont know the right word, but i think you get it. Anyway, he moved out today, and the worst part is, i didnt even know today was "the day". No one told me. I just happened to mention something about my dad to my mom and she was like "um, he moved out today, didnt you know?" and i was just like "what?!" apparently my dad thought i somehow knew... Anyway, i would be a mess right now, but it was a long, hard day of pre band camp. The whole drumline agreed we would all be in a hospital somewhere if we had done the drill exercise we did outside, instead of in the gym. anyway, i'm more than dead and exhausted and i dont have the capacity to feel emotion right now...
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Post by lightningflute2010 on Aug 15, 2007 21:55:59 GMT -5
^ Extra hugs for you. It must be hard to go through that. Well, I found out Monday that my friend Jacob, who happened to be our best trumpet in the band, even though he never showed it and sat fourth chair, transferred schools this week. Even worse, he's joining our rival school's band, and we play them for our 2nd to last game. I dunno. I'm really upset that he's gone, because he was our source of humor in the band, and the quote in my signature is actually from him, because he was proud to be, well, fat. I want Jake back. Our trumpets suck as of right now.
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Post by Lprdgecko on Aug 15, 2007 22:23:07 GMT -5
*Hugs for SnareDrummer and Lightningflute2010*
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Aug 19, 2007 21:38:50 GMT -5
this morning one of the girls in my class died in a car accident. her and I were never best friends or anything, but freshman year we were in algebra class together and talked every single day, so we were pretty good friends. I haven't talked to her much since, but she was in a bunch of my classes and she was a really nice girl, too. it's just hard to believe that I'll never see her again and that she's really gone.
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Post by dumb major on Aug 19, 2007 22:32:44 GMT -5
*hugs for everyone!* A lot of you are going through some pretty rough things. Mine is going to seem pretty minor in comparison, but as I've talked about on other threads things are really complicated and messed up at my job. I'm applying to another place tomorrow, and even though I don't know if I'll get this new job, the thought of leaving my current job makes me sad. I have the most intense, mood-swinging love/hate relationship with it and I kind of feel like I CAN'T leave, even though a lot of times I want to. I don't know, it's messed up, and I hate not knowing where I stand on the "issue." These past 6 months or so I've just been really wishing life would be as black and white as it used to be...instead of all these shades of gray.
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Post by bariclaribob on Aug 23, 2007 22:02:43 GMT -5
Everyone's problems are way worse than mine, but I feel like I need a hug, so here I am. Last night, I cried myself to sleep. All of a sudden everything seems really hopeless to me. My friend has been urging me to audition for all-state with her this February/March, but I'm not ready. I've barely practiced the etude that serves as the audition piece. Truth be told, I'm scared of it. I can't play it, no matter how hard I try. I'll pat myself on the back, remind myself of all of my musical accomplishments, but then I realize that it's six months to auditions when I had access to the music six months ago. I may be good for my age, grade, school, conference, but there will always be people far better and more dedicated than me. And they'll have private teachers who have been coaching them for the past six months on how to make all-state. That part doesn't bother me, since I frankly don't think I'm ready to commit to it in the event that I made it. The part that got my crying was all the people I'd be letting down. Miss H, the old choir teacher, always pushed me. She supported me in my music, urged me to get a private teacher, and her last words to me upon her resignation were that she wants me try out for all-state, that she thinks I'd make it, and that she expects me to go to a music conservatory someday. But I know I can't do it. I just can't. Then my mind wanders to my old bd, who had so much faith in me musically. To my friends, who expect me to make conference band again and again till the end of high school where I know I won't. I think I've peaked. I've practiced all summer, and I don't see any progress. Worst of all, I think I'm seeing regression. Squeaks are heard more often than not as I practice. And my mom expects me to be getting better, not worse, especially as up until recently I was begging her for a new/used clarinet. She heard me messing around on a cheap recorder the other day and poked her head into my room and said it sounded bad and she was afraid that that was me on clarinet. And then there's a piece of music I physically can't play. I played it at contest as best as I ever had and got a superior rating on it. Then my bd persuaded me to play it at our final concert. I only played about half of it, but it sucked. I somehow managed the slightest of squeaks in the opening cadenza. I don't know if anyone else noticed it but me, but it shook my confidence. I didn't use enough air for fear of another squeak, so the rest of the song was thin and sucky. I had to breathe far too much during a section that allows no time for breaths. I was sweating, shaking, scared to death, and it sucked. Everyone congratulated me, but my best friend came running into the band room with me after I was done because she (having listened to me so many times before) heard my mistakes and came to rescue me from hanging myself. Worse yet was that my bd's wife accompanied me, and just that morning I played it through almost flawlessly with her and she positively showered me in compliments. The next day was awful, with people congratulating me. I know it was awful, but they all said I was just being modest. That last concert's soloists are generally seniors, but I played because my bd asked me too. Unfortunately, I think a lot of seniors thought I was just showing off (and poorly) out of place. Some of them mocked me later on in marching season. And now I physically can't play it. I pick it up and remember every mistake I made, and I remember the lights and the crowd of my friends and family watching every move, every error I made, and I start to cry as I'm playing. I read a book where a girl botched her solo and kept working on it afterwards till she had it perfect. I thought that maybe if I could do that I'd have some closure, but I choke up when I see the notes on the page. I can't even put it all behind me, because our new bd was my accompanist from contest who knew how well I could play it, but heard me where I lost it. And it's just hit me today that my old bd is really gone. I thought that seeing the new one's name printed on my schedule would bring it to reality, but it was today when I called his office and got his voice mail, and heard him say his name and declare himself director of bands at the HS. In the midst of all my musical failure and turmoil, I have to face him, and I can never run to my old bd in his office again with a question because he's gone. Sorry for the rant. Everyone's troubles are so much worse than mine, but I can't talk to my friends about this because they just patiently tell me I'm a fine musician and to quit worrying about things because they've got it worse. Good luck to everyone with their troubles.
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Post by SaxGirl on Aug 23, 2007 22:48:01 GMT -5
bariclaribob, I wish I could console you better, but I'm not really used to your type of situation. Ever since I played saxophone, I've been asked repeatedly to try out for District Band or Honors Band or the like, but I never even had enough confidence in myself to audition. I admire your persistance because it is something I could never attempt. Though I do know what it's like to mess up on solos... I got sax solos all through middle school, and I still haven't conquered my stage fright, musically speaking. It really sucks when you know in your heart that you didn't do your best and people tell you that it was wonderful. Advice-wise, I'm sucked dry... I've never tried to approach a piece like you have because I just know that I'm not good enough. You definitely deserve a hug for your battle with one stupid piece of music. Good luck with it, and I hope you make some improvements. *sigh* I suppose I don't need a hug, considering that today's band practice was significantly better than yesterday's, but I was miserable today. Is it just me, or does a heat index of 115 just ruin your day, no matter how great it is? Three different times I wanted to take a shower. I went powerwalking at 10:00 AM, came back home drenched in sweat, went to work at 12 until 4 in a store with a crappy air conditioner (and I kept going outside to take things from the back storeroom to the Dumpster), and then I had show up early to a 6 to 9 band practice to carry a 60 pound drawer of music into the basement by myself, all while getting my blood drained by a thousand tiny gnats eagerly gnawing at my legs and arms. Band practice and life in general is, well, sucking the life out of me. I have no energy left, and school hasn't even started yet. I worry too much, I'm too pessimistic, and I want to have too much fun. Grasping the concept of "you can't make people care" has not yet, and never will, fully sink into my brain. Therefore, I know that I will just continue to expend useless energy yelling at my section, giving them constructive criticism, or leading by example. Or heck, it seems like useless energy to even freakin' encourage them. All this just makes me worry that in college, I'm going to have nervous breakdowns every day. I handle stress worse than most of friends, except for the fact that I don't need excessive amounts of caffeine to stay awake, and I don't let myself lose sleep over school work. I'm like a tightly wound ball of yarn. Everything bothers me. I never snap at my parents, and it seems like I have lately. Everything is getting to me at once... it just makes me wonder if this is what the life of teenager is supposed to be like! Life isn't fair, and I realize that. I also realize that I'm lucky to have a job, that I do well in school, and that I have a wonderful family that loves me. But the little things get to me far too much. I need a stark slap across the face every now and then. All this convinces me that I'm depressed, but I'm not. I just worry more than any human being should be scientifically able to. Man, talk about ranting... hugs to all.
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