I hate band. And I know I say that multiple times every year but I'm ferreal this time. That hat kills my hair -_-
I just slightly exploded on my twitter: Band is accelerating me into a deep slump of depression. Yes, it is that serious. This hate I've been exhibiting towards band may seem silly, but this is serious. It brings my whole life down. -_- AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I'm not going to band today after school, or tomorrow, and Duff better just hope I go to UIL. And everyone better say nice things to me today or debbie downer will swiftly turn into violent vicky. Band is Satan in the form of an extracurricular activity. It's killing my grades, stealing my joy, and DESTROYING my social life. XO And for all you cool kids that were smart and got out... don't even talk to me.
School definitely does not start until 8:15, but someone please explain to me why I'm up every freaking morning at six, to be to school at 7:00. And on Tuesdays I don't get to leave until five, because I have woodwind sectionals that don't even improve anything. Fridays are for sleeping (OF COURSE WE'RE ALL TIRED BY THEN), but you know what I get to do instead? Go to the stupid football games. I don't even like football anymore. xO Saturday before last, we had a band competition that lasted until like seven thirty at night. We sucked. Last Saturday we had another competition in the MIDDLE OF NO WHERE, that wanted me to be out of my house at 10 AM, and we didn't even get back until 11 PM. I didn't go until 1:30 because really, eff band, and everyone there. I swear its like this band director is missing half a brain.
This Saturday is UIL. OH WAIT, this Saturday is Homecoming too! I can't even be exciting for my last homecoming because band, again, ruins everything. I'm gonna be rushing to get ready after we go phail at UIL. But then again, there will be an overwhelming joy that sweeps my body after competition season is over. We wont make a one, so we won't be going to area, and praise God for that. Even if the band goes to area, I ferdangsure won't be going.
I'm so tired all the time, and on Saturdays when I have a semi-opportunity to sleep in, I wake up extra early. I blame band for that too. When I get home from school everyday, I don't wanna do anything that even looks like school work. When's the last time I read for acadec? Yuhh, I don't know either. I haven't been reading my bible or spending much time with God, because I just want to get in the bed and pretend I didn't wake up at six.
Mr. Duff is like the rudest person ever! He talks to the drum majors like they're dogs, and he doesn't even care about what anyone else has to say. If you come to him, telling him your freaking mother died of cancer the night before, and that's why you missed a football game, I promise, the only response you'll get is. “Yea, alright, okay.” I hate that man with a deep flaming passion that burns from the inner core of my soul.
I've been absent a lot, because my happiness is more important than whatever Mr. Duff wants me to do. And there's this “policy” that says if you have two unexcused absences, or four unexcused tardies, then your six-weeks average will come down by ten points. I'm not keeping track, and I dont care whether he is or not, but LET my grade be affected. Like really, try me. And watch how fast me, the principal, and my mother will be raising hell in his office.
Why am I still doing this? I want my letterman jacket. God, give me strength. You know I need it.
