So much so that I had to capitalize it. I really intensely miss it. Especially when I go back and listen to all the music I got to be a part of making. Not being in a wind ensemble has left a big hole in my life I feel. For the first time in 9 years I'm not, and probably won't be for awhile. Making that music was so...awesome. I wonder though if I could ever really find that same feeling though. I grew up with the people I played with. I sat next to Richie Meier for 6 years. Even though we never became that close of friends there was an awesome camaraderie. And then there's all of those that did become my great friends all over that group. Such an awesome community atmosphere. Listening to the sound reverberating from the walls of a high school gymnasium, the last horns down of a field show at competition, breathing "easily" for the first time in 11 minutes. I don't think the same feeling can be captured in college. I will hold onto those memories forever though. There hasn't yet been anything more rewarding in my life on Earth than band. That statement hopefully won't hold true for that many more years, but band will always be right up there.
Today was a pretty sub-par day mostly. Got up at 7:30 and took the 8:04 bus to class. We talked a little bit more about our paper due next Friday. Tony managed to make it even more vague. Now we're to right 'simply' "reflections on character." I have no idea how this is going to work out. But I've yet to have missed the mark in that class really, even though I feel blindfolded. I walked home in my gray vans, which feel like I'm about to wear through the bottom of. I did some dishes, watched some news, and took a 3 hour nap. I've yet to really reorganize myself for the last 4 weeks of the quarter. Perhaps tomorrow.
I'm currently downloading the mondo Christmas music file for OEFC. I hope I get to be a part of the program this year. It was a lot of fun last year. It's got about 2 hours left on the download timer. The internet gets extremely slow around here from about 8 pm to 1 am.
Perhaps the most eventful part of my day was an altercation between myself and the soap squeegy dish washing apparatus. I took the squeegy part out to examine how the soap got from the soap containing area to the squeegy area. Little did I know I was looking down the barrel of a gun. I squeezed the top of the apparatus and the pressurized soap/air came flying out of the tiny orifice into my eye. Luckily it was running on empty, so it wasn't too soapy. However, upon being attacked by my dish washing friend I jerk reactioned my head into the top of the window into the kitchen. All in the space of a quarter second. I am most dismayed I did not get it on video. It was a great moment for me. 15 minutes afterward at least.
Gospel Community, which is our small group for church in which we game plan for living missional lives, was tonight. It was encouraging. Dug "further in" to verses 12-18. talked about how we were being (or not being...) on mission in our everydays. There is a guy from Whatcom Community College there named Christian who is simply inspiring. He's so earnest and honest and open about Jesus. And he just graduated last June from High School. Putting me to shame. I really shouldn't say that like it's a contest. Because it isn't. Or at least shouldn't be. What he is, is encouraging. I hope I can become as bold and real as him.
I'm hoping to roll in and out of bed earlier over the next 8 hours. I need to start developing an effective routine so not as many of my minutes are wasted. Optimally no minutes.
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