OK so I have a confession to make. When I as in high school I was one of those band geeks. I started playing the flute in 5th grade and ended up playing for 7 years.
When I first started I loved it, and I have to admit I was pretty good. I was never the best, but I was always in the top 3 in my class. My mom sprung for private lessons, and I improved even more.
I started competing at music festivals and loved it. I loved hearing the judges tell me what I did well and what I could work on. For a child who was lacking in coordination finally I found something that I was good at, I mean really good at and it felt great.
When high school rolled around I suddenly became painfully aware of how uncool band was and my desire to continue playing came to a screeching halt. My social life soared and my grades dropped. I needed to keep my grades up to not only keep my parents off my back but to keep my GPA within a reasonable range. So back to band I went.
Band was easy if you showed up you got an A, and I really needed that A. Then came out of town trips, and I was convinced that band was the coolest thing ever (as long as my friends didn’t find out I was in band).
Our first trip was to Canada, and never being out of Washington that I could remember I was excited. Not only was this going to be a trip out of town, no parents, but we also had a curfew of 4 am can you believe it. Who thought that giving a bunch of 16 year olds the chance to run around a town they didn’t know anything about until 4 in the morning was a good idea?
We slept at a local high school camped out (co-ed) on the gym floor. We watched movies, ordered pizza, and went shopping at the local mall. Shopping in Canada rocks! No taxes, and everything was so much cheaper.
So what would you do with no parents, out of town, with friends and a 4 am curfew? I know what I would do, invite my boyfriend to drive up and stay with us. Of course being the loving boyfriend that he was he agreed. He made the 3 hour drive and picked me and some friends up. Great boyfriend huh? Yeah I thought so to that’s why I married him.