Posted in: Musicouching by socialbookstatus on September 25th, 2011 | 0 Comments
When I was in middle school, seventh grade lent itself to culture shock. Not only were you supposed to get to six different classes on time every day, but you also had several unsupervised breaks each day. We were not used to such freedom.
When I was in middle school, seventh grade lent itself to culture shock. Not only were you supposed to get to six different classes on time every day, but you also had several unsupervised breaks each day. We were not used to such freedom.
In the band, I found a set of friends that would last a lifetime. But some did not . Jane was such a friend. We both played saxophone. She was from up north originally and had an entirely different background from my southern upbringing. We loved to play duets together . It did not take us long ot figure out that her house was the preferred overnight sleep over location.
I was afraid of her dad as he cussed like a sailor and looked 100 years old. He must have been out in the sun a lot. But we were allowed to stay up all night and play instruments if we desired. It was heaven.
Jane matured much faster than I did. One weekend at her house, she kept asking me if I wanted to smoke a cigarette with her. Still playing with dolls, I did not care about smoking or boys or anything stupid like that. I kept say no and just wanted to play our instruments. Finally, she said please just come in the bathroom and watch her smoke. I agreed because she finally said she would not mention it again if I did. So I watched her smoke and we went about playing our instruments.
At this point in time, I must have been acting odd. Everyone in the family kept asking if I was okay to which I would nod. The next few weeks featured Jane showing me a marijuana leaf in her book. I did not have a clue. But the last straw was when she starting secretly sneaking out and dating John. When Jane wanted to show me her “passion mark” or hickey, I wanted to vomit. All of a sudden, I was too busy to do anything with her. And my parents quit asking questions about my state of being.
Jane did not participate in high school band as I guess she was too busy dating boys. But she did come to marching practice our junior year, only to drop out and show disrespect to every leader in the organization.
I say don’t break, push back to peer pressure.
