So, today was the last day of the Fiddler play. It went extremely well in my own personal opinion. It was nice, the end they handed out roses to all the seniors. I was entertained when my name came up. I understand, you know, the whole Stephenson being pronounced as 'Stefenson'. I get that, I totally get that. But it wasn't enough that this fucking lady, who was nasty to everyone and completely disrespected the band, had to be a bitch. She had to completely DEMOLISH my name to the point where I was kind of confused about if I should go up. The only reason I did was because she was calling names in the order that they were in the program, and I happened to know that I came after Crissy. That's OK though. The play doesn't really matter. It was a fun experience, I'm glad I did it, but it wasn't that big of a deal to me. The last concert on the other hand... The last concert is on Friday. It's all starting to hit me that my whole high school experience is coming to an end. I have changed SO much in the last four years. I have met and lost friends that I will never forget. This final band concert is the realization that I have been putting off all year. I can't believe that in 11 days I will have my final classes in St. Joseph by the Sea. This week is my last full week of classes. Friday is my last concert. It's honestly a scary thing. I'm going to lose people in my life that to be honest I don't want to lose, but will be inevitable that I will.
Change scares me.
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