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Willamette's band went through three different stages of number projection, and four different staff mentalities.

The first was in July, when Bart said, "we're going to have maybe 100 playing members this year. A strong low brass section." My mentality was "whoo hoo! I can actually write melody for the low brass!"

The second was at the section leader meeting, when we found out that we were going to have maybe forty or fifty. My mentality was "okay. that's cool."

The third mentality was the Real Numbers we ended up with, which has no trombones or horns, and we have two sousas and two baritones, and two tenor saxes.

At first, my mentality was, "well, fuck."

But then, after one of the best band camps i've ever had, and after three weeks of kick-ass rehearsals, my mentality is, "I couldn't ask for anything better."

The Willamette band this year is the closest at being a "family" to each other and is the closest group i've ever been connected to, far beyond even my last real season with Upper Merion and my last indoor season with Township. In a way, i suppose it's fitting that it'll probably be my last season with these guys too.

When i think about it too hard, i get depressed. Going through band camp this year was great, but also one of the most difficult things i had to endure. For most of the kids, it's the beginning of the journey - the beginning of a new school year, a new season, fresh faces. For me, it feels like the last leg of a journey, and one i'm not ready to part with yet. Mark and I worked hard in the past three years to get to this point, and i want to see the program continue to grow.

But even beyond that, there are kids in the band i just don't want to say goodbye to. I mean... they're my children, you know? There are sophomores and juniors in the band that I won't be able to see graduate high school. I won't be able to marvel at how they grow as individuals.

I shouldn't dwell on this stuff now. I'm more pumped about how the season is going to kick ass more than i'm sad about leaving, especially after the new stuff we learned last night.

Anyway... time to pack. Wish me luck at the DDR tournament this weekend.


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Sep. 12th, 2003 05:12 pm (UTC)
i never knew that a teacher or whatever could care so much about people that they teach.isnt crazy that i am in the same age group as the kids you taught? haha...see you tomarrow at the tourny :D
Sep. 14th, 2003 04:51 pm (UTC)
alas, no i *didn't* see you at the tourney! what happened?
Sep. 13th, 2003 12:51 am (UTC)
I know this has nothing to do with anything....... but I miss you. :)
Sep. 14th, 2003 04:51 pm (UTC)
now now... no making mendel blush.

Sep. 14th, 2003 11:13 pm (UTC)
Hey Mendel,
Just thought I'd say hello. . . after not really having any sort of correspondence with you over the past. . . 2 years, or is it 3? I don't know. Maybe I was just banking on running into you at the West Chester Denny's, as always seemed to be the case on previous occasions. But since I just found your live journal, I thought it would be an opportune time to say hey. Hey.
Sep. 14th, 2003 11:17 pm (UTC)

what's up?

i think you've said more words in this LJ comment than we've ever exchanged in person. :)

good to hear from ya. give your bro' a "yo" for me. miss you guys.
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