I am a marching band geek. I've been one of those now for 5 years. I'm going to continue being one in college. I may start teaching other band geeks after college, that is, if this year doesn't ruin me forever.
Our beloved director left us in May. He had been here all during my first three years of high school. He was a good teacher, and we were very attached to him. He was offered a job teaching at a huge university, and we gave him our blessing and let him go to live his life. He was very torn about leaving us, and while we miss him, we know it was best for him
We won alot of competitions while he was here. The band program was doing wonderful. We were bringing home trophies taller than some of our members.
Not so anymore.
The new guy is a moron. The list of offenses he has committed is long and complicated, and non marching band people probably wouldn't understand. He has no sense of humor though, and his personality is lacking. He's mean and accuses people of doing stuff they didn't do. He doesn't march right, and he stands around at football games, leaving our drum major to call songs and do all the work. He just does stuff wrong.
When school first started, I tried to talk to him and find out what we could do to make stuff easier on him. I also told him how he was coming across to alot of the band members. We talked for about an hour one night after practice because I wanted so bad for this year to work. After he promised he'd do better, I encouraged the others to just keep giving him a chance, that he sounded like he quite possibly was gonna be good, we just needed to give him time to settle in.
Not so.
I'm now the idiot becuase instead of getting better, he got worse. I am the BAND CAPTAIN and he told the drum major that we're not supposed to be talking to each other. I feel like such a moron for trying to stand up for him and he is killing our band program. We already had one person out of our 15 person band quit. Everybody else wants to quit, and everyone is after this season is over. The sun is setting on music at this school
But on the other hand, I wonder how he feels. Unless he's totally stupid, I'm sure he knows that we don't like him. It has to be hard doing a job where nobody likes you. I keep wrestling that thought around in my brain, wondering how he feels, but I keep struggling with thinking about how it doesn't matter how he feels since HE'S the one pushing us away and making everybody miserable. It's a tough spot to be in. I just want this year to be over. Senior year, and I just want it gone. That's a shame.
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