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perididdleYeah, I'm not having the greatest day.
Actually, most of it was fine. We had a pizza party today and watched Dr. Doolittle 2 (just cause we couldn't watch School of Rock) and two people gave me little 'Free Song' Pepsi bottle caps. Then we went to band, and Mr. H told us we didn't need our instruments, and we all crowded around his stand thing (all the flutes, the sax and a few clarinets, mostly). I could tell he was going to break some news to us, but he still joked around so I didn't think it was anything big. (At one point he said we weren't having normal band, I think, and I stood up on the box and said "Hi, my name is Madison, and I...I...*Deep breath* I'm a bandaholic." I was pushed off the stand by three people.) I kinda wish I woulda known it would be big and left before he told us.
He's leaving the school next year. He told us first, he hasn't even told the school yet. Hallsville is closer to him (now he makes a 1 hour drive to get to school every day), the quality of the school is better, less 'will we have one thing next year or not?', and he said something about the school finally getting a good quality of musicians, and it really wants to keep it's upward spiral. I think that last bit was his way of saying he's helped us go from the 4's and 3's on our concert peices to 2's and 1's and state champions and such, and he's proud of us but wants to help other schools do the same.
I honestly had to hold back tears the whole time. My throat started to hurt, and I didn't talk much cause my voice was weak. Mr. H said that he tried to think of five reasons he should stay, and number one was always us kids. But the school has been a real bitch to him lately, I know, and so many other teachers are resigning. And he needs to save on money and all this other stuff. But we started asking him "But who will make all the sarcastic jokes?" and "No one else lives in a bandroom under the sea..." (He managed to lighten the mood somewhat by saying "Wow, no wonder I always get lost going home") and "What will we do without a Mr. H." he said that if we get band director next year with a last name starting with H, we have his permission to call him that. But we can't, cause our Mr. H was sitting right in front of us.
Some of the kids want to quit, and he said not too. Someone asked me if I was going to drop out, and I muttered something about seeing if the band director next year was any good, and Mr. Heckman turned to me and said, kinda quietly "Don't stop playing. Don't stop being a musician. You're too good to just give up." I almost lost it right there.
We all gave him a group hug, even though we'll see him again on Monday. We poked fun at his hair, and Cassie said "Hey, no other band director will let us mess with his hair! And the kids at Hallsville won't like it. We love your hair. They won't like your bad ear, either..." Yeah. We left and Marisa and I have decided at the end of school we're going to give Mr. H the hair we've cut off (I still have a foot of it from 4th grade) and say that he needs it more than we do.
The worst thing was the fact that while walking back to the elem, Cassie runs up to me and we start talking and she mentions how she and Alicia were trying not to cry and we kinda lost it. Her and I were sobbing the rest of the school day. Hell, I'm crying right now.
God, I don't want Mr. H to leave. He's my favorite teacher, the one that calls me 'Maddy' and says jokes that only I get. It won't be the same without him around!
*Sniffles* I wanna move to Hallsville.
-Madison
P.S. The mood seems a little extreme, but I love Mr. H, and I don't WANT HIM TO LEAVE.
Actually, most of it was fine. We had a pizza party today and watched Dr. Doolittle 2 (just cause we couldn't watch School of Rock) and two people gave me little 'Free Song' Pepsi bottle caps. Then we went to band, and Mr. H told us we didn't need our instruments, and we all crowded around his stand thing (all the flutes, the sax and a few clarinets, mostly). I could tell he was going to break some news to us, but he still joked around so I didn't think it was anything big. (At one point he said we weren't having normal band, I think, and I stood up on the box and said "Hi, my name is Madison, and I...I...*Deep breath* I'm a bandaholic." I was pushed off the stand by three people.) I kinda wish I woulda known it would be big and left before he told us.
He's leaving the school next year. He told us first, he hasn't even told the school yet. Hallsville is closer to him (now he makes a 1 hour drive to get to school every day), the quality of the school is better, less 'will we have one thing next year or not?', and he said something about the school finally getting a good quality of musicians, and it really wants to keep it's upward spiral. I think that last bit was his way of saying he's helped us go from the 4's and 3's on our concert peices to 2's and 1's and state champions and such, and he's proud of us but wants to help other schools do the same.
I honestly had to hold back tears the whole time. My throat started to hurt, and I didn't talk much cause my voice was weak. Mr. H said that he tried to think of five reasons he should stay, and number one was always us kids. But the school has been a real bitch to him lately, I know, and so many other teachers are resigning. And he needs to save on money and all this other stuff. But we started asking him "But who will make all the sarcastic jokes?" and "No one else lives in a bandroom under the sea..." (He managed to lighten the mood somewhat by saying "Wow, no wonder I always get lost going home") and "What will we do without a Mr. H." he said that if we get band director next year with a last name starting with H, we have his permission to call him that. But we can't, cause our Mr. H was sitting right in front of us.
Some of the kids want to quit, and he said not too. Someone asked me if I was going to drop out, and I muttered something about seeing if the band director next year was any good, and Mr. Heckman turned to me and said, kinda quietly "Don't stop playing. Don't stop being a musician. You're too good to just give up." I almost lost it right there.
We all gave him a group hug, even though we'll see him again on Monday. We poked fun at his hair, and Cassie said "Hey, no other band director will let us mess with his hair! And the kids at Hallsville won't like it. We love your hair. They won't like your bad ear, either..." Yeah. We left and Marisa and I have decided at the end of school we're going to give Mr. H the hair we've cut off (I still have a foot of it from 4th grade) and say that he needs it more than we do.
The worst thing was the fact that while walking back to the elem, Cassie runs up to me and we start talking and she mentions how she and Alicia were trying not to cry and we kinda lost it. Her and I were sobbing the rest of the school day. Hell, I'm crying right now.
God, I don't want Mr. H to leave. He's my favorite teacher, the one that calls me 'Maddy' and says jokes that only I get. It won't be the same without him around!
*Sniffles* I wanna move to Hallsville.
-Madison
P.S. The mood seems a little extreme, but I love Mr. H, and I don't WANT HIM TO LEAVE.
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Date: 2004-04-16 05:31 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2004-04-16 05:35 pm (UTC)A downside to being 12...I get overly upset about teachers leaving. Least I think that's a 12-year-old thing....hmm...maybe I need to get some normal friends.
-Maddy
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Date: 2004-04-16 05:44 pm (UTC)just cheer up doll, you're 12, life is beautiful ;)