I was in band class today and the director called in the color guard because she had an announcement.
There were to be no auditions for captains for next year. She decided on some people that had shown leadership throughout the years she's known them. So she called up a few names, and they were the captains for next year's marching season.
This is unfair because in the past, before last year when she experimented with auditioning, people who wanted to be captain would write an essay explaining why it would be best for them to be captain, along with two recommendations from other band members. Then the director would decide based on those, along with what she had seen during the last few years.
This time, she gave no one else a chance. She chose her favorites. I don't necessarily agree or disagree with who she chose, but everyone knows that they're her favorites in the class. Because that's what she does. She picks favorites. I don't think that she intends to do this, but that's what happens.
So I have a party with the color guard and drumline tomorrow, and half of the group together is pissed that this guy got the position. So there's sure to be some drama tomorrow.
But I'm not going to get worked up over it. Because the captain for my section, for the color guard, is the same captain for this past season that I wasn't able to participate in, but we've been in guard since our freshman year, and I trust her and her ability to run things. And since my section is happy with our captain, I'm not going to worry about anyone else's section.
I just hope that I'm well enough next year to stay in the guard. If I have to do pit again, I'll surely go insane.
After high school is over, I'm not going to do anything color guard related for at least a few years. If I end up teaching at a high school and they need an instructor and are desperate, I'd take the job, but I'm not going to do winter guard or DCI or anything. I'm just tired of all the drama. Band is one of the most dramatic groups that I've ever seen. I thought that joining it would reduce the drama in my life, oh, such a silly freshman I was!
Well, I'm stuck now. All I can do is put "Build Me Up Buttercup" on my Zen and hope that sparks won't fly. Or if they do, I'll just put in my headphones. It's not my problem. I will take no responsibility or guilt for any of it. I know my truths, and that is one of them. I'm not responsible for this, and that is the truth.
This is Horse lady, to whatever stalkers I may have who are reading this, signing out.
Katie Sea Community Member 
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