I was always someone who thought she didn't really belong in any groups. Like I would be able to be friends with who ever was nice to be, and BAM! I would be already part of my own little group of people. But in high school, shit doesn't work that way.
The cliche'd version of high school shown in teen movies, is somewhat true in an overly exaggerated way, ha-ha.
What I mean is, yes Jocks do hang out in their own cliques, and you can distinguish the popular kids from the freaks, but no you don't see a football player dunking a geek's head in the toilet everyday or the popular girl hanging off the shoulder of the quarterback. At least not in the high school I've been to.
Where I went, those people hung out with each other but also socialized with everyone. Of course you always have that small group of animals that can't be bothered by other's feelings and so they take it upon themselves to ruin the lives of students who they think are below them in a social scale.
Anyways, enough about them. This is my blog, and this post is about discovering my clique (but not really a clique).
Ahhhh, BAND.
The love of my life.
The reason I survived high school.
The road to my awesomeness.
In sixth grade, we were forced to have one hour of band everyday. It was a mandatory class, so we were also obligated to learn an instrument. Since my best friend, Karolyn, chose clarinet ... I too decided to go with that instrument. You can notice how much personality I lacked but whatever.
In seventh, I wasn't going to join band since I didn't really see it as something that I would enjoy to do as an extra. But in eighth grade, I felt the sudden urge to join chorus and band with Jennifer. Of course, Jen didn't want to but we had gotten close that year and so I was able to talk her into it. My one year of clarinet (which was torture by the way, switching from a string instrument to a woodwind.) landed me one of the clarinet rentals that the school had. People with most experience, got first dibs.
That year, I realized that band is where I belonged. Jennifer never joined after eighth grade because she didn't really enjoy herself, but I kept it going all the way through most of my years of high school.
The instrument locker room was a sanctuary for me, and I felt truly happy when I would walk in there, grab my case and go over to my chair with a stand in front of me, showing me a sheet of music that I would be able to turn into a work of art with the rest of my fellow band members.
I find it beautiful to be able to bring to life, what someone else imagined. I would always see in my mind the composer listening to us practice everyday, up until the concert night and saying "this is how I pictured the song sounding like".
Maybe it's just me, but nothing compares to the goosebumps I get, when my band teacher would play for us a new song on her radio that we had to learn. The thought of us being able to create that kind of emotion through music is almost unbearable.
That's what I want to feel for the rest of my life. And I know that in or out of high school, the band is where I will always belong.
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