Life is getting sorta tough, and I wasn’t prepared for these changes. I went to band and halfway through the period, he addressed the issue. You know when he starts out with, “you guys know I’m not about being sentimental and all…” that I’m already holding back tears. He started giving a speech about how he did absolutely everything he could. He even offered to do band for free and the school wouldn’t even have to give us funding, just to have the class here and play everyday. The Board of Ed said no. He said he’ll never forget us or the memories; that feeling is mutual. I literally sat there, next to all of my friends, dead silent, and I stared at the wall in back of him, and I thought for the first time in my life that maybe, just maybe, this was all just a dream. A nightmare. I’d awake any minute. I felt numb. I was beside myself. The whole room was quiet. Then we talked about memories we had. And how he conducted us in our first competition ever, and how he saw the terrifying looks on our faces, and saw us in shock when we heard we won first place. I remember being absolutely mortified when I went to band camp my freshmen year. Band is a family. A really big, tightly knit family. We didn’t always get along, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. People in band accept me more than most of my actual family. I just feel like I don’t have any form of closure. I’m still in shock. It’s starting to hit me now, but I think it’s still going to hit me even harder.

To everyone who’s supporting me, thank you so much. I can’t explain how much it means to me. I just need a little time, I’ll come around again. I love you guys. And don’t let the man get you down like I did.