School Day Memory: Pink Jackets and Saxophones
Posted in Once I Was a Kansas Girl and tagged with Childhood, Family, Music, School on November 29, 2008This weekend I have the weird feeling that I’m writing into the air, where no where will ever read this. I’ll be busy celebrating Thanksgiving, and no doubt you’re busy shopping, decorating, eating, hanging out, relaxing, etc. Oh, and we’ll ALL be rooting for the OU against OSU tonight, right?
Anyway, on to today’s less than exciting school day memory. Boy, if I had any readers at this point, I’ve given them permission to jump ship, haven’t I? Good thing I’m only talking to myself!
I remember going to a jazz festival my 8th grade year. It was a place for us to perform and learn how to be better jazz musicians, something I desperately needed. I played the tenor sax, but I only played it for jazz band.
We were in a clinic where we were supposed to be learning how to improvise. It had probably 100 students in it, and the guy who was running the clinic picked someone from the audience to be the guinea pig.
If you’ve figured out he picked me, you’re right. I’m not the type of person to want to stand out, but he called me out, me and my hot pink jacket (ick! yes, I had a hot pink jacket in middle school) to come to the center of the room to practice improv, something I never had done before and never planned on doing.
It couldn’t have been that bad, because I don’t really remember much about it. I only remember him commenting on my nervous look to the ceiling.
Man, there’s a good reason to post this on a holiday weekend. It’s like a blog version of a rerun of an obscure sitcom.
Other School Day Memories:
Kindergarten and 1st Grade: Kisses and Skunks
2nd and 3rd grade: Spitwads
3rd grade: Laundry Chutes and Floppy Disks
4th grade: Watching Whales
5th grade: Bad Grammar
7th Grade: Teacher Review
8th Grade: 100 Marble Pick Up
9th Grade: Science Nerd
10th Grade: Playing in the Rain
11th Grade: Pink
12th Grade: Sleepovers on a School Night
College Freshman Year: My First Day of College, My Second Day of College
College Junior Year: Kidnapping and Frozen Custard
College Senior Year: Why Procrastination Might Not Be My Thing
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I’m thankful for getting to spend time with my family today. That’s the whole reason why I travelled halfway across the country, right?
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November 29th, 2008 at 9:07 am
Ha, guess what? You have a reader today. I didn’t go shopping yesterday. We do have pictures to take at church today – oh and we’re decorating our tree.
Funny, I can *kind of* picture a middle school Ronnica in her hot pink jacket improvising, while looking at the ceiling, of course.
LOL
November 29th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
Reader #2!
Cute story! I know how you must’ve felt. I was, and still am the same way. Do NOT like to be put ‘out there’. I’m like panty hose– supportive BUT hidden!
Glad you’re having a wonderful time with your family.
God bless,
Brenda :)
November 29th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
Reader #2!
Cute story! I know how you must’ve felt. I was, and still am the same way. Do NOT like to be put ‘out there’. I’m like panty hose– supportive BUT hidden!
Glad you’re having a wonderful time with your family.
God bless,
Brenda :)
November 29th, 2008 at 11:53 pm
Oh, the sorts of memories we all have!
I played clarinet in Jr. High. Sometimes our band teacher would borrow a students’ instrument to demonstrate something. It was horrible when he borrowed a reed instrument (like mine) because he had to moisten the reed and it came back to me with his horrible old man breath all over it! He caught me wiping my reed once when he gave it back to me – and chastised me. I remember thinking, “Are you kidding? You just sucked on my reed you gross old dude!”
November 30th, 2008 at 9:53 am
Hee! I’m reading too! Happy weekend…glad you’re enjoying time with your family!
December 1st, 2008 at 12:10 am
Ha! I know what you mean about feeling like you were writing to yourself. I think a lot of people were not around over the holiday weekend.
My oldest daughter plays the alto sax so I had to read this post!
Jen