[photo credit: ron lee; afob 2009]
(via tumblr; 11.22.2009)
Bl_nk shouldn’t be an emotion.
But it’s difficult to put my thoughts about this marching season into words, and into emotion.
It’s hard for me to accept that AFOB marked the end of this year’s season, and though I know I shouldn’t linger too long on the past, I can’t look forwards to next year’s season quite yet.
This is the stage between nostalgia and acceptance.
I anticipate that this year will be the hardest battle.
Last year, we were freshmen.
We knew our seniors for one year.
They were the first role models introduced to us, and we were sad to see them go.
This year, though, it’s been two years of knowing our seniors.
We’ve noticed how they’ve changed and grown, and we’ve developed our relationships with them - at one point they were no longer just our leaders and role models, they became our friends, too.
And while it’s difficult to lose a leader, it’s even more difficult to lose a friend.
I comfort myself, knowing there’s still the Spaghetti Dinner, and concert season, and BOC.
But deep down, I feel blank; numb, even.
I feel like I don’t have the resources to deal with these untitled emotions.
The teenage years are the hardest, my mom says, because it’s a period of growth when you experience feelings unknown to you, for the first time.
So while I continue to learn, and to grow, I’ll label these emotions on the way.
But for the present, I’ll leave them.
Unknown.
Untitled.
And bl_nk as a scrabble tile.
Bl_nk shouldn’t be an emotion.
But it’s difficult to put my thoughts about this marching season into words, and into emotion.
It’s hard for me to accept that AFOB marked the end of this year’s season, and though I know I shouldn’t linger too long on the past, I can’t look forwards to next year’s season quite yet.
This is the stage between nostalgia and acceptance.
I anticipate that this year will be the hardest battle.
Last year, we were freshmen.
We knew our seniors for one year.
They were the first role models introduced to us, and we were sad to see them go.
This year, though, it’s been two years of knowing our seniors.
We’ve noticed how they’ve changed and grown, and we’ve developed our relationships with them - at one point they were no longer just our leaders and role models, they became our friends, too.
And while it’s difficult to lose a leader, it’s even more difficult to lose a friend.
I comfort myself, knowing there’s still the Spaghetti Dinner, and concert season, and BOC.
But deep down, I feel blank; numb, even.
I feel like I don’t have the resources to deal with these untitled emotions.
The teenage years are the hardest, my mom says, because it’s a period of growth when you experience feelings unknown to you, for the first time.
So while I continue to learn, and to grow, I’ll label these emotions on the way.
But for the present, I’ll leave them.
Unknown.
Untitled.
And bl_nk as a scrabble tile.
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