I've talked about it many times before and to be completely honest, I'll talk about it many more times in the future. Many people in society claim to be "afraid of the dark" or "afraid of bears/ghosts" or something along those lines and although I may be afraid of some of those things too, none of those rank as my "biggest fear." My biggest fear (at least right now) is the future... I know, it sounds stupid, but it's not. I don't necessarily think my fear is a problem or abnormal, but I often question if there is anyone else out there that fears the future just as much as I do. Many people argue that moving to college and beyond is/was one of the best things that happened to them and because of this I don't want to live my life channeling the "best part of my life" into a tunnel of fear. After all, as my wise friend once said, "All fear stands for is false evidence appearing real." This quote will stay with me in my collection along with many others, but recently I've taken the time to reflect and think about WHAT I'm actually afraid of. What part of leaving is the least comfortable for me? Shockingly, upon my reflection, I came up with an answer. This answer (depending on how well you know me and your position in my life) can we interpreted many many different ways. None of these ways are either right nor wrong and this is because there is only one true answer and that is the one in my heart.
As much as I'll miss it, I'm not afraid of leaving Seymour, Wisconsin and I'm not afraid of leaving Seymour High School (the place/building itself), but what I wholeheartedly fear is that I will lost contact with those I love most. I know, I know, I can hear what you're thinking... "you'll make new friends don't worry" or "I'll call you all the time...." here's the thing... I don't want new friends. Now that sounds awful. Okay, let me rephrase that I want to meet new people and become friends, but I want to add them to my current friend group, not change my realm of friends altogether. Also, to comment on the calling me while I'm away thing... of course I want my friends to call me! I better get phone calls!!!! I want to stay in the loop! As a matter of fact, I already intend to plan out people who are going to call me after I've moved in (and my parents have left me at college). I need people and I need support and that will never ever change. Here is the one issue I have with that... I trust all of my friends I really really do, but there is going to come a point when they are going to get used to the fact that I'm not by their side every day at school. Are they going to fall victim to other people they meet taking my place? THIS, my friends, is what I'm afraid of. Going away and being replaced... and the thing I'll miss most? The people. For sure.
Let's get this straight. People doesn't just mean friends. I'm also talking co-workers, my parents, my friends, my teachers, my band director (and student director), my neighbors. It's going to be change and it's going to be different, but I know I'll make it through and I just to put all of my faith, trust, and pixie dust (yep, I went there) into my friends and family and I know we will all be just fine!
Thanks for tuning in to tonight's rant on my biggest fear... the next episode will be posted later or whenever I get overwhelmed about this topic again :)
Keep Calm and Visit "your future"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Monday, May 4, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
Where Do I Start?
Why, hello everyone! I haven't blogged in seriously what seems like an eternity! I don't even know where to begin. It has been pretty freaking busy in my world. As a matter of fact I don't think I've blogged since my trip to Walt Disney World in January with my friends!!! We went to Disney for a little over a week and we all had the time of our lives. For those of you who don't know this trip was also my very first time on an airplane and my friends were completely thrilled that they got to be the ones to introduce this to me. The night before we left I was pretty nervous and ended up taking my anxiety medicine which tends to many me a little bit loopy. Most people would say "get some rest" or "stay calm," but my friends had a blast with the fact that I pretty much was crazy! Apparently, I claimed to be a pretzel in a pretzel warmer and swatted packing peanuts into a laundry basket... No clue. I don't remember. Then I managed to survive a two and a half hour lecture from one of my friends (who happens to love and be very educated with planes). I started by just doing the typical "uh huh" responses, but he must have caught on because he began to quiz me so I was then forced to pay attention. The plan ride turned out to not be as scary as I thought, but I don't like going up, coming down, or turning... (is there anything even left to like?!) I mean I guess I described it as not comfortable, but thanks to my friends I survived! We had a phenomenal time at Walt Disney World and I can't wait to return "home" once more. (Random side note: my favorite feeling is walking into EPCOT).
Senior year has been... senior year. Full of fantastic bitter-sweet moments and memories that will last a life time. We are now one month from graduation day and it's all starting to set in. I'll turn out alright and I'll survive that much I know, but I have my moments. I have my moments where I sit in my room and look at all my Disney stuff and all of the things that make me feel at home and I just cry. I feel stupid because I do it, but I do and it's who I am so I'm not going to be ashamed. I cry because... because I'm scared. Scared of the unknown, scared of leaving my best friends in high school even though they claim I've taught them well. Scared of going into the real world "alone" and scared of leaving what I know as my life. I'm happy where I am, but I know in my heart it's time for me to move on. I think one of my biggest fears is that I'll leave and people say that they will call me often and never lose contact, but what happens when they get jobs, or they go to college. Where will that take them? One of my friends could potentially be moving to Florida or California and as absolutely thrilled as I am... that scares me too. In three years my freshmen friends will go to college--- where will they choose to go? All of these questions cross my mind day in and day out, but I need to trust that whatever happens, happens for a reason. Its going to be difficult, but this next month I'm going to hold my head high and enjoy/celebrate my last month of high school.
Gosh, what else to I even talk about... so much has happened and so much continues to happen. Tomorrow marks my last state solo and ensemble performance, but for me that performance connects the best of both worlds. Brandon, Jonny, and I will perform an Alto Saxophone Trio as my last event... ever. Yes, that's right... two seniors and a freshman. I don't know a better representation of my position (helping the freshman). Brandon and I have worked for this trio and some could argue that we pulled Jonny to the top, but I'll stop right there and say that those people are wrong. Brandon and I didn't pull any weight but our own. We taught lessons and made memories, but not once did we have to force practicing to happen or tell each other to "know our parts." We all knew in our hearts what needed to be done and so we did it, and now we are here. Last week Saturday I went to UW-Oshkosh for my state solo performance (due to an accompanist conflict) and I received a rating of a 2 for a performance that I should be "incredibly proud of." Was I disappointed? Kind of... I mean yea, but no. My band director explained it the best. He said "Think of it like a ladder, you start with a 5 at district and you earn all the way up to a *1 --- then, the ladder starts over and goes beyond that where at the state level you start with a 5 and could potentially earn up to a 1." This representation helped me realize exactly how far I have come and I couldn't thank him enough for this great analogy.
We will see how things go for now and I know I'm missing plenty of topics that have occured in the past 4 months, but for now...
Keep Calm and Visit "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Senior year has been... senior year. Full of fantastic bitter-sweet moments and memories that will last a life time. We are now one month from graduation day and it's all starting to set in. I'll turn out alright and I'll survive that much I know, but I have my moments. I have my moments where I sit in my room and look at all my Disney stuff and all of the things that make me feel at home and I just cry. I feel stupid because I do it, but I do and it's who I am so I'm not going to be ashamed. I cry because... because I'm scared. Scared of the unknown, scared of leaving my best friends in high school even though they claim I've taught them well. Scared of going into the real world "alone" and scared of leaving what I know as my life. I'm happy where I am, but I know in my heart it's time for me to move on. I think one of my biggest fears is that I'll leave and people say that they will call me often and never lose contact, but what happens when they get jobs, or they go to college. Where will that take them? One of my friends could potentially be moving to Florida or California and as absolutely thrilled as I am... that scares me too. In three years my freshmen friends will go to college--- where will they choose to go? All of these questions cross my mind day in and day out, but I need to trust that whatever happens, happens for a reason. Its going to be difficult, but this next month I'm going to hold my head high and enjoy/celebrate my last month of high school.
Gosh, what else to I even talk about... so much has happened and so much continues to happen. Tomorrow marks my last state solo and ensemble performance, but for me that performance connects the best of both worlds. Brandon, Jonny, and I will perform an Alto Saxophone Trio as my last event... ever. Yes, that's right... two seniors and a freshman. I don't know a better representation of my position (helping the freshman). Brandon and I have worked for this trio and some could argue that we pulled Jonny to the top, but I'll stop right there and say that those people are wrong. Brandon and I didn't pull any weight but our own. We taught lessons and made memories, but not once did we have to force practicing to happen or tell each other to "know our parts." We all knew in our hearts what needed to be done and so we did it, and now we are here. Last week Saturday I went to UW-Oshkosh for my state solo performance (due to an accompanist conflict) and I received a rating of a 2 for a performance that I should be "incredibly proud of." Was I disappointed? Kind of... I mean yea, but no. My band director explained it the best. He said "Think of it like a ladder, you start with a 5 at district and you earn all the way up to a *1 --- then, the ladder starts over and goes beyond that where at the state level you start with a 5 and could potentially earn up to a 1." This representation helped me realize exactly how far I have come and I couldn't thank him enough for this great analogy.
We will see how things go for now and I know I'm missing plenty of topics that have occured in the past 4 months, but for now...
Keep Calm and Visit "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
I DID MY HOMEWORK!
Well, the title of the post is very true. I was doing my homework and I did in fact do it. I don't mean writing papers and creating presentations, although I have that to do too! I mean my Disney homework. From time to time I will look at my park maps and look at some Disney related material online just to brush up on the Disney facts that even on my level, one should know. The other morning I was laying in bed and I faintly heard the T.V, but then suddenly my ears were making an extreme attempt to pick up what it was saying because I had heard words just as Disney, vacation, EPCOT, Magic Kingdom, and castle and I was immediately interested. Now, if this is my Dad's way of "getting me out of bed" then it worked. I took my blanket and ran into the living room, turned the volume up and sat at watched Disney: Behind the Scenes as well as two other episodes of Disney material. Needless to say, they were at Animal Kingdom. I have been to Animal Kingdom for a half of a day on the band trip; however, that is not nearly enough time to experience a full park, so we missed out on a lot.
This show was talking about a part of Animal Kingdom I have never been to, I believe the proper name is Dinoland U.S.A. Sure, we will go with that. Anyway, they were explaining the attraction "Dinosaur." Those of you who know me know that I have my fears... pretty much any animal that is larger than I am is off the list; however, Dinosaurs for me are worse than cows and horses combined. I went to my friends house the afternoon after watching this show and proceeded to tell her that I was not going to be going on this attraction ever. Her response? "Oh yes you are." Wellllll, I'm screwed. Really, really, screwed because her and I (ok pretty much me) may or may not have split some water (a lot of water) on her laptop and sent it plummeting into a dark whole for a couple of days and her brother was probably the most help because he was able to test certain things and take it apart and stuff. The joke has been that I owe him one, and to be honest, I do, I actually owe him like four, but wh
atever. Something tells me I will be going on this darn attraction against my will.
Yea... no.
Not going.
Nope.
Nada.
Not happening.
Keep Calm and Visit Home
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
This show was talking about a part of Animal Kingdom I have never been to, I believe the proper name is Dinoland U.S.A. Sure, we will go with that. Anyway, they were explaining the attraction "Dinosaur." Those of you who know me know that I have my fears... pretty much any animal that is larger than I am is off the list; however, Dinosaurs for me are worse than cows and horses combined. I went to my friends house the afternoon after watching this show and proceeded to tell her that I was not going to be going on this attraction ever. Her response? "Oh yes you are." Wellllll, I'm screwed. Really, really, screwed because her and I (ok pretty much me) may or may not have split some water (a lot of water) on her laptop and sent it plummeting into a dark whole for a couple of days and her brother was probably the most help because he was able to test certain things and take it apart and stuff. The joke has been that I owe him one, and to be honest, I do, I actually owe him like four, but wh
atever. Something tells me I will be going on this darn attraction against my will. Yea... no.
Not going.
Nope.
Nada.
Not happening.
Keep Calm and Visit Home
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Lost Without You
Freshman year I joined the high school jazz ensemble, but not once did I think about how being a member of this group would change my life. Alumni included. I picked up Alto Saxophone the end of my eighth grade year so the instrument itself was very new to me. I remember the first memory of one of my best friends is me sitting next to her and just watching her and hearing her play was... priceless. Yes Lizzie, I'm talking about you! Then from there it only got better. I was put on Alto 2 and met new people who sparked my love for music even more. Yes Megan, this is you too! I played Alto 2 for three years of high school and finally I had no way to escape, I knew I was going to be lead alto my senior year which has brought new challenges and passions as well. Over the years I have developed a love and passion for jazz music and the style of composition. My freshman year I could have sworn by my life that I hated jazz and it was the dumbest thing on planet earth, but now I can barely stand to sit here and type those words. Inspiring. That's what it is. Inspiring. The people, the music, the style, all of it.
My sophomore year we went to SHAZZ Festival (Shawano Jazz) and met an L.A musician, Eric Marienthal. Shortly after our clinic with this gentlemen, I remember Lizzie bringing to my attention that someday I might play lead alto and something that helps is LISTENING to a lot of jazz music. I decided that I would start with Eric Marienthal's music and albums and that I believe is where my love for jazz started; at the end of my sophomore year when I realized that my two best friends who love jazz would be graduating and it was now going to be my job to carry on their legacy. I took it upon myself to listen to various styles of jazz and I now listen to more jazz than I do any other kind of music.
Last night I had a rough night, nothing extremely terrible happened, but it was all just very overwhelming, in the process I turned to iTunes and decided I would treat myself with a new Eric Marienthal album that I hadn't yet purchased. I am pretty sure this is the best decision I have ever made because I have a new favorite jazz song. The title is "Lost Without You." This title can be interpreted many different ways, but the way that I chose to interpret it pretty much changed my life. The first question that came to my mind was lost without who? Then I thought about how it was a jazz song and how the one word I always use to describe jazz is inspiring. The answer to the question? Lost without the people I love who have inspired me and my love for music and jazz. I would be lost without them. Lizzie has pushed me to the point where I felt like breaking, only to watch me be lead alto my senior year. Megan has pushed more of my concert band side of me, but again to a point that has literally changed my life forever. Then there is Jonny, who as a freshman, has kept me on my toes with constant questions about the style and composition and has inspired me to be better to show him how good HE can be! Then, last but certainly not least, my director. "Lost Without You" is the title of the jazz song. Lost without the people who have inspired me to be me. I love them all. These people are truly amazing and gifted and have expanded my love for music.
I wanted to write this post to let all of these people, and others not mentioned know that I would truly be lost without you. I can't begin to explain how much I love you guys and how excited I am to watch you all grow and fulfill your dreams. You four are my life changers and the reason I strive to do my best and from the bottom of my heart the most I can say is "Thank You."
Keep Calm and Visit "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
My sophomore year we went to SHAZZ Festival (Shawano Jazz) and met an L.A musician, Eric Marienthal. Shortly after our clinic with this gentlemen, I remember Lizzie bringing to my attention that someday I might play lead alto and something that helps is LISTENING to a lot of jazz music. I decided that I would start with Eric Marienthal's music and albums and that I believe is where my love for jazz started; at the end of my sophomore year when I realized that my two best friends who love jazz would be graduating and it was now going to be my job to carry on their legacy. I took it upon myself to listen to various styles of jazz and I now listen to more jazz than I do any other kind of music.
Last night I had a rough night, nothing extremely terrible happened, but it was all just very overwhelming, in the process I turned to iTunes and decided I would treat myself with a new Eric Marienthal album that I hadn't yet purchased. I am pretty sure this is the best decision I have ever made because I have a new favorite jazz song. The title is "Lost Without You." This title can be interpreted many different ways, but the way that I chose to interpret it pretty much changed my life. The first question that came to my mind was lost without who? Then I thought about how it was a jazz song and how the one word I always use to describe jazz is inspiring. The answer to the question? Lost without the people I love who have inspired me and my love for music and jazz. I would be lost without them. Lizzie has pushed me to the point where I felt like breaking, only to watch me be lead alto my senior year. Megan has pushed more of my concert band side of me, but again to a point that has literally changed my life forever. Then there is Jonny, who as a freshman, has kept me on my toes with constant questions about the style and composition and has inspired me to be better to show him how good HE can be! Then, last but certainly not least, my director. "Lost Without You" is the title of the jazz song. Lost without the people who have inspired me to be me. I love them all. These people are truly amazing and gifted and have expanded my love for music.
I wanted to write this post to let all of these people, and others not mentioned know that I would truly be lost without you. I can't begin to explain how much I love you guys and how excited I am to watch you all grow and fulfill your dreams. You four are my life changers and the reason I strive to do my best and from the bottom of my heart the most I can say is "Thank You."
Keep Calm and Visit "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Friday, October 10, 2014
A Week of Festivities!
Freshman year nobody participated, we all felt like goofballs to participate in "Homecoming Week", however, senior year was very different, I participated in every day except for one. Our theme this year was Hunger Games and how that theme works with homecoming is a debate for a different day. The week started off with Monday being 'Pajama Day', whoever planned pajama day on a Monday deserves some sort of award or something! Tuesday was 'tourist day,' this was a new one for our school, but regardless I got a bunch of freshman to wear Hawaiian shirts with me! Wednesday was 'what not to wear day' and I give myself credit because I do believe I may have started a tradition in band. Last year I came up with the fantastic idea to wear our pep band shirts as a joke on what not to wear day. Well, we ended up doing it again this year and every year we still make our director laugh because at the end of the day he knows its a joke and he loves to see us participate and have fun! Thursday was 80's workout day, I did not participate on this day just because I really don't know what I would do... I don't really have anything 80's workout like and so I skipped on this day, however, Friday was school spirit and due to the Seymour High School Band being a part of the parade, I again supported us by wearing the pep band shirts! Dress up week was fun and I participated more than I have in years previous and overall dressing up was fun!
Of course after all these days of dress up and organized chaos, the point of homecoming is actually the football game that comes at the end of the week. Friday I stepped foot on the field as a member of the SHS Band for the last time, ran the drill chart just like I always have, and as I played my last note on that field, I started crying, but thank god I wasn't the only one. I got a lot of weird looks and a lot of people just kind of "knew" why I was crying, but a lot of them were wrong. I mean sure, I was sad because it was my last field show, however, those weren't all tears of sadness, many were tears of pride. Proud of everything our group has accomplished and how far we, as a group, have come in the past four years. Proud of my friends who have come back to support us and proud of those who have joined the group who I know won't let my legacy be forgotten. I am not done with this group, not by a long shot, but this was a closure to part of the band and I will come back to support them in future years because I know how great it feels! We ended up winning the game which was only the icing on the cake.
Ah yes, the fun part! The homecoming dance. Alright, here goes nothing. So, previous to this year I have gone to homecoming alone, or with a group of girls from band or something like that, but this year one of my friends came to me and explained that they would like to make sure that I get a new experience my senior year, an experience that I would remember and something that would be special to me forever. Well, I got that. For the first time ever I ended up going with my best friend Jonathan, and even though we went as friends, I would like to thank him from the bottom of my heart because he made this year's homecoming VERY special for me. Never did I see myself actually having someone to go with, but when friends step up and do everything in their power to make an event during your senior year special, it means more than words could ever say. I would also like to thank his sister, and my best friend, Lizzie, she has taken me to dinner in years previous and I know she helped with the flowers as well as pictures and doing my hair etc, I would also like to thank my best friend Megan, she can't always make it to the events but she makes her presence known and is always sending me meaning texts that make me smile :) Thank you thank you thank you! I couldn't do it without you, you have continuously made sure that I feel special and I am at a loss of words. Words can't describe how much it means to me that you ladies are constantly there to support me! Again, this year was the best and I couldn't have done it without the support of my friends! I love you all and can't begin to thank you enough for all of the support you have given me throughout high school thus far, and I can't wait to see what new adventures await!
Keep Calm and Visit "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Of course after all these days of dress up and organized chaos, the point of homecoming is actually the football game that comes at the end of the week. Friday I stepped foot on the field as a member of the SHS Band for the last time, ran the drill chart just like I always have, and as I played my last note on that field, I started crying, but thank god I wasn't the only one. I got a lot of weird looks and a lot of people just kind of "knew" why I was crying, but a lot of them were wrong. I mean sure, I was sad because it was my last field show, however, those weren't all tears of sadness, many were tears of pride. Proud of everything our group has accomplished and how far we, as a group, have come in the past four years. Proud of my friends who have come back to support us and proud of those who have joined the group who I know won't let my legacy be forgotten. I am not done with this group, not by a long shot, but this was a closure to part of the band and I will come back to support them in future years because I know how great it feels! We ended up winning the game which was only the icing on the cake.
Ah yes, the fun part! The homecoming dance. Alright, here goes nothing. So, previous to this year I have gone to homecoming alone, or with a group of girls from band or something like that, but this year one of my friends came to me and explained that they would like to make sure that I get a new experience my senior year, an experience that I would remember and something that would be special to me forever. Well, I got that. For the first time ever I ended up going with my best friend Jonathan, and even though we went as friends, I would like to thank him from the bottom of my heart because he made this year's homecoming VERY special for me. Never did I see myself actually having someone to go with, but when friends step up and do everything in their power to make an event during your senior year special, it means more than words could ever say. I would also like to thank his sister, and my best friend, Lizzie, she has taken me to dinner in years previous and I know she helped with the flowers as well as pictures and doing my hair etc, I would also like to thank my best friend Megan, she can't always make it to the events but she makes her presence known and is always sending me meaning texts that make me smile :) Thank you thank you thank you! I couldn't do it without you, you have continuously made sure that I feel special and I am at a loss of words. Words can't describe how much it means to me that you ladies are constantly there to support me! Again, this year was the best and I couldn't have done it without the support of my friends! I love you all and can't begin to thank you enough for all of the support you have given me throughout high school thus far, and I can't wait to see what new adventures await!
Keep Calm and Visit "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Friday Night Lights
Senior year has been treating me alright. It isn't terribly difficult... yet, however, I'm starting to notice the lasts and I might be over analyzing them, but so be it. Every Friday since school start my high school band has put on a pregame and halftime show for the Seymour football games, none of the games previous to last nights have been what you would call, "normal" or at least not in my opinion. The first one we performed on the track, which was fine because the field was too muddy. The second one I believe we performed normally, however, we did not move for our last song. The third, it was raining so the weather wasn't great which meant we weren't in full uniform, but last night was perfect weather and we moved to all the songs and the field wasn't wet at it was great. Last night's performance was bittersweet for many reasons, many of which the majority of the group doesn't even think about, which is why I say I sometimes over analyze.
Last night a TON of alumni came back, some have come back every week to support us, but for those who have recently graduated this was their first time back. It was great because I know I haven't seen this group through EVERYTHING, but I have seen enough to know that the group did not always have alumni that came back every week, or a student section from both Seymour and the opposing team singing and cheering for us, and to see all of that happen last night made me a little emotional. Many asked why I was crying, but all of my close friends knew, it wasn't because I was upset, not because I was sad, it was because I had this super overwhelming extreme sense of pride. I am so proud of us Seymour High School Band because we have come a long way and we aren't going to stop now. Also, last night was the last time I will perform a FULL halftime show, sure there is homecoming, but we are cutting one of our songs for that. Again, not tears of regret, but tears of pride, proud of everything this group has done, how far our director has brought us, and proud of our supportive alumni and community. It feels great.
We all make decisions in life that we wonder why we make. An example for me is that I have pretty much vowed since my freshman year that I refuse to go to a college that is more than two hours away. I need to be able to come back and support my fellow band members and I owe more than I could repay to my band director and my band family. Last night we were standing around waiting for the clock to tick down for halftime and I had this weird wave of realization, something that washed over me that assured me that this was a good decision. This urge only got stronger because as we walked out the gates of what we call the "stadium field," the entire high school band was greeted with a line of our alumni giving us high fives.
It started as a joke, however, it has turned into a quite serious term... "Band-family." We truly are and families support each other through thick and thin and when members of a literal family move on or get married their family members don't just let go, similarly, when members of our band family graduate, we don't let them go with ease. Nope. They stay in our hearts forever, always have, always will. I love you Band Family, I owe so much to you and I promise to always come back and support!
Keep Calm and Return "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Last night a TON of alumni came back, some have come back every week to support us, but for those who have recently graduated this was their first time back. It was great because I know I haven't seen this group through EVERYTHING, but I have seen enough to know that the group did not always have alumni that came back every week, or a student section from both Seymour and the opposing team singing and cheering for us, and to see all of that happen last night made me a little emotional. Many asked why I was crying, but all of my close friends knew, it wasn't because I was upset, not because I was sad, it was because I had this super overwhelming extreme sense of pride. I am so proud of us Seymour High School Band because we have come a long way and we aren't going to stop now. Also, last night was the last time I will perform a FULL halftime show, sure there is homecoming, but we are cutting one of our songs for that. Again, not tears of regret, but tears of pride, proud of everything this group has done, how far our director has brought us, and proud of our supportive alumni and community. It feels great.
We all make decisions in life that we wonder why we make. An example for me is that I have pretty much vowed since my freshman year that I refuse to go to a college that is more than two hours away. I need to be able to come back and support my fellow band members and I owe more than I could repay to my band director and my band family. Last night we were standing around waiting for the clock to tick down for halftime and I had this weird wave of realization, something that washed over me that assured me that this was a good decision. This urge only got stronger because as we walked out the gates of what we call the "stadium field," the entire high school band was greeted with a line of our alumni giving us high fives.
It started as a joke, however, it has turned into a quite serious term... "Band-family." We truly are and families support each other through thick and thin and when members of a literal family move on or get married their family members don't just let go, similarly, when members of our band family graduate, we don't let them go with ease. Nope. They stay in our hearts forever, always have, always will. I love you Band Family, I owe so much to you and I promise to always come back and support!
Keep Calm and Return "Home"
Where ever that may be for YOU!
A.B
Sunday, September 14, 2014
SNC Day!
This year my two best friends started their Sophomore year in college at St. Norbert. One thing that is key to a friendship, is communication... If you don't fight for each other and you don't do everything in your will power to visit when you can, it isn't going to end well. Sad, I know, but at the same time it's true. I have pretty much vowed to go to St. Norbert for SNC Day every year. It is my one chance that I get to go visit them, however, this year I almost didn't make it. It just so happens that every year SNC Day falls on the city wide rummage sale and having a job, I am often needed for events that occur within the city limits. After a whole lot of waiting, and pulling a few strings I happily informed my friends that I wouldn't be missing SNC Day this year! Not this year and not the next two either, I will always be there for these ladies.
This year I met some new college friends, saw some new buildings, and shared the same laughs that will never get old. They make me feel so welcome, by the end of the day I felt like I was best friends with their room mate! Lizzie's brother and parents were there as well and they went off on their own for the majority of the day and I remember a point in the day where Jonny asked me if I was going to come with him, and I had to tell him no. SNC Day is for my ladies :) I did not go to SNC to visit with friends that I can see everyday at home. I recall Megan saying "She really does love us!" OF COURSE I DO! You ladies mean the world to me, I couldn't do it without you! I can't express enough how these wonderful women have shaped me to be who I am for the better. I miss them every day. Even when we facetime or text all day long, its just not the same as having them by my side.
Lizzie and Megan, I want you both to know that I will forever be here for you, no matter where life takes us. Go out there and make something big of yourselves ladies and I'll do the same. You have both served as a huge inspiration to me since day one, and I hope in some way some how I have helped you too! Your concert was great last night and words cannot express how much I love you ladies! Everything from coming to visit me to the text messages in the middle of the night, it all makes me want to hold my head high and be who I am. I can not wait for the next time we get to see each other all together again! Thank you for all you have done and everything you continue to do each day! You will always be my mates!
Keep Calm and Visit Your Friends
No matter how far away they are from you!
A.B
This year I met some new college friends, saw some new buildings, and shared the same laughs that will never get old. They make me feel so welcome, by the end of the day I felt like I was best friends with their room mate! Lizzie's brother and parents were there as well and they went off on their own for the majority of the day and I remember a point in the day where Jonny asked me if I was going to come with him, and I had to tell him no. SNC Day is for my ladies :) I did not go to SNC to visit with friends that I can see everyday at home. I recall Megan saying "She really does love us!" OF COURSE I DO! You ladies mean the world to me, I couldn't do it without you! I can't express enough how these wonderful women have shaped me to be who I am for the better. I miss them every day. Even when we facetime or text all day long, its just not the same as having them by my side.
Lizzie and Megan, I want you both to know that I will forever be here for you, no matter where life takes us. Go out there and make something big of yourselves ladies and I'll do the same. You have both served as a huge inspiration to me since day one, and I hope in some way some how I have helped you too! Your concert was great last night and words cannot express how much I love you ladies! Everything from coming to visit me to the text messages in the middle of the night, it all makes me want to hold my head high and be who I am. I can not wait for the next time we get to see each other all together again! Thank you for all you have done and everything you continue to do each day! You will always be my mates!
Keep Calm and Visit Your Friends
No matter how far away they are from you!
A.B
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