I’m upset three years of hard work and commitment doesn’t matter. Upset that you judge me off of 10 minutes of my life. Upset you can’t see that I’ve helped the people you put above me get to where they are. Upset that you underestimate me - take me for granted. Upset you are taking the love and joy that people possessed for this program and throwing it out the window. Upset you can’t learn something when we lose a member. Upset that you are taking everything we, as a group, have cultivated and destroying it. Upset that someone who never played, marched, or gave a fuck is in charge of me. Upset that you do not practice what you preach.

hey creeper,

thanks for talking to me even though i looked UGLY today! ;)

sincerely, I know you’re reading this

I know I can put

the twinkle back in your eyes

I just need one try

I don’t know why my mind always floats back to you. If there was an award for “person that gives the least amount of fuck”, it’d be you. You say all these horrible things and yet I still manage to miss talking to you. Maybe it’s a force of habit, but it’s pathetic and gross, like a crying miscreant of a 6 yr old. Why did I ever like you?

My happiness consists of the little things - contagious smiles, successful grades, playing a piano piece perfectly, catching up with friends. This results is somewhat boring answers whenever anyone asks “What did you do today?” or “What did you do over break?”, because it’s not much. But it’s enough for me. This year I can reflect on some great memories with friends and family and 2012 should be just as fun! :)