Thank you. Good bye forever.
I figured today would be a good day to continue with the thirty days of truth since I literally haven't written anything since last week (Monday's post was borrowed from my old blog that I recently re found (don't blog anywhere where they keep your content... they'll move it and you can't do anything about it) so its recycled...) and I feel like it. No more reasons necessary.
Why did I start out this post with the comic? Because the next question made me laugh for the exact same reason.
A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Dear Stow-Munroe Falls Marching band,
Seriously thank you. Thank you for teaching me proper musicianship, and helping my love of music grow. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to make real friends when I was a weird little private school kid and knew no one. Thank you for letting me lead a small group of young people as we gleefully marched across the field. Thank you for letting me swing dance my senior year so I got to skip morning practices at band camp. Thank you for band camp.
Thank you for being my second family, and thank you for loving me just the way I am.
High school is hard times... and through band I was able to see my potential, find people who really loved me, and blossom into the amazing woman I am today.
For that I am thankful.
I love you marching band, even when you're so ridiculous.
|You can't see me in this because I was behind the sheet changing. SWING DANCE!!|