Back To Work

Concussion is over :( but we made over $4800 in ticket and concession sales :D. But now the fun is over and we are back to the hard work of learning more and perfecting our winter drumline show. So I never told the full story of how I got to where I am. So during the winter season of my sophmore year(last year) I played the cymbals. It was alot of fun and i really enjoyed it but after that season, I decided that I wanted to move up to a higher position.  I started practicing for the tenor drums but then my whole world fell in on me. They decided the boundaries for West Broward. And everything was over. All the friends I made. All the work I put in. Gone. I was going to west broward. But I decided i wouldnt let it happen. 

The reassignment process started online, you fill out the form and submit it and wait for a responce, I decided i was going to be the first person to enter my form, so I stayed up until midnight the day before it was going to open... it wasn't open. But i couldn't sleep, so I stayed up that night and kept checking. 1 a.m. 2 a.m. all night until the next morning. Finally its posted at 8 in the morning, I fill out my form and go to school. I feel fine, theres no reason they could deny me.. my father died shortly before freshman year and when i joined the band it was the first time I felt okay since he died. A month goes by and we get the letter. "Your child has been denied due to over population at cypress bay". I know it's overcrowded. But I have a reason, some people got reassigned because their siblings go to cypress... well between middle and high school you were separated anyway so why is it so important that you get reassigned and I'm still being ripped away and being thrown face to face with a meltdown. 

We apeal the decision and get a hearing date. I figured they appeal everyone just to see who is actually passionate about going.  When we go in and sit down the guy looks at us and says "I dont know why you are hear.. Cypress is full." He didn't read the letter from the school social worker, my mother or my percussion director. He just told us to leave. Some of the other people there told him wait read this theres a good reason and he just sshhhh'd them. I was once again heartbroken.

Go to psycologist, blah blah blah fast forward, another hearing, fast forward, I do band camp at both schools(which is extremly physical and burnt me up. Meet my girlfriend of 7 months and then comes the tricky part and the downfall to alot things. drumline tryouts. I still dont know where I'm going so I cant tryout for the drumline (NOOOOOOO!!!!) I'm heartbroken. Once again. It's my junior year and after all my hard work, I can't march. 

(I'm trying to speed up so I dont get boring)

My friends are also in the exact perdicament as me except they are bound for Western get denied, they are out of cypress... Crap what does that mean for me. I call the apeal office after our second hearing which i waited outside for while my mom talked so I didn't break into tears. They don't know yet. I keep calling and calling and calling. I'M ACCEPTED!! I'M GOING TO CYPRESS!! But the drumline is already set... My percussion director doesn't want to see me sit on my ass bored as hell for a whole season... he makes up drums. (By the way, if I had been able to tryout I would have made bass drum and had more experience) 

These are flubs. They are completly made up. (They are broken in this picture but i dont have any better pictures) I will finish this entry later on, its getting a little long.