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| End of the season band post
Well four years, four shows. Four years of anger, tears, broken bones,
broken hearts, competitions. Four years of rain and cold. Four years of
booing crowds, security escorts, winning and losing.
And now this part of our lives come to an end. But look at what we
accomplished. In this four years we've all changed both as marchers and
as people. In four years we've all become better musicians. From barely
playing half notes to syncopated sixteenths. We've all also become
better people. Learning how to make new friendships, performing infront
of large crowds, talking to people you would never talk to in your life
except you both have that common bond of music.
And we have done all of this with no respect, no acknowledgment, no
congratulations. So here it is. I respect each and every one of you.
Spending my last four years watching all of this happen to all of us
and I respect every single last one of you for making this journey.
I acknowledge all of you for the effort you've put into this band, this
family for four years. Four years where you could've been in arts and
crafts, or another class, but you've commited to this for four years of
highschool. Where you could've been hanging out with the cool crowd.
You could've become a cheerleader and hung out with all the popular
people, taken all the acknowledgment. But instead you came to the group
that has heart, passion, and pride.
And I congratulate all of you. You've pulled everything you could every
day of the week so that we could perform for 11 minutes, once a week,
to a crowd that ignores us, that laughs at us, that tells us to get off
the field. And yet you still march out with pride, with your head held
high, knowing that it's not their opinion, but knowing that you've just
completed another perfect show. The one that you've struggled on for
the last 8 weeks. And it doesn't matter if they cheer or not, because
you're with your family. All of us. You are all family to me.
So the journey is over. The pirate ship has crashed, the crazy train
has derailed, The heartache is over, and it's a new world. So go on,
and finish concert season. But always hold in yourself the remembrance
of the last four years. Of that marching off. For we've marched off for
the last time. But we leave behind something wonderful. We leave behind
the memory not of every missed set, of every fallen marcher, of every
bad step, but of every perfect set, of every 8 to 5, of every perfect
roll step , of every lateral, and of every show. And we leave these
memories to the freshman, the sophmores, the junior, and we leave them
in hopes that they will have the same memories. They will have the same
compassion. They will hold their heads high through thick and thin and
always have each others backs. And for all this I thank you. It's been
great.
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| Hey negros. This is an update.
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| Well I feel a bit better. I'm going to get my stitches out monday, tuesday...................hell Idk what day. what day is it? Idk. I'm losing track of time. I just worry about makin it through the day ok. I'm sick of not being myself,..........but I'll stop being a whiny bitch now and get over it. thats all for now. have fun and remember to control the pet population, have your pets spade or neutered.
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Carreras � Domingo � Pavarotti ~ the three tenors in concert / Mehta
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I'm fucking sore.!!!!!!
no seriously I'm so sore it hurts to breathe.
If you wanna come visit me contact me on aim-imwhatiwanab4now
or myspace-www.myspace.com/the_sousabone
or leave me a message on here.
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| Well here we go first real log
Let me tell about our night.
James's car is missing a tail light. So the cop pulls us over and 30 ft in front of our car and accident happens , while we're pulled over! so we sit there on the side of the road for 45 minutes. He was nice and let us off with a warning. But someone got seriously hurt. Leave it to us to get in a situation like that.
Then we go to wendys. And there is a hispanic working the orders through drive through. And when they said please I naturally said gracias then thought about it and realized what I did while everyone is cracking up.
nsp was cool. They played the cowbell song. Arsenal was fun. I'm gonna have a black and blue eye. got punched hard in it.
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