I choose you, Pikachu!

Just take a deep breath.

I need to remind myself to do that. I’m extremely pissed off. I don’t like venting but it’s going to bother me forever if I don’t.

Every marching band season, the flute section has two section leaders, who help the younger flutes march and play better. These are normally seniors, unless special circumstances are needed. This year, there are two senior flutes. But one of them can’t be section leader since she only joined last year. So, the band director was going to choose one of the juniors to fill the second spot. Everyone thought it was going to be me. Even the girl who’s the first position section leader this year. Even the section leader from LAST year!

Everyone. Including myself. I was pretty much promised it. Pardon my language, but I worked my fucking ass off for this position. Almost every single day after school during the school year, I practiced my flute in a practice room for at least an hour, despite the fact that I had just got out of band class. I’ve practiced for hours each day to work for it, even at home, and on weekends. I wanted to improve, so freaking badly. So I could be worthy of it. But guess what? Last minute section leader switch. Now a fucking sophomore is section leader. What the hell is that? Everyone in my section is pissed. I’M pissed. All of the hours I’ve spent over the past two years working for it. Wasted.

Can I please just wake up and have this all be a dream?

Actually, it’s more like a fucking nightmare.

Sorry for the rant.

- Emily.