I'll be OK...soon.

   Each  day happens once and so we're told to make the most of it.  At my house with my spectacular mother, hardly a moment is wasted. We are involved in anything and everything we can, but I found that you can't do EVERYTHING.

   Zions Youth Symphony and Chorus (formerly Las Vegas Mormon Youth Symphony and Chorus) fireside was on September 30th. There they gave us the music and I found my new friend Sariah was doing it, too. They wanted us to fill out a sheet saying when and which rehearsals we could go to. As this is Marching Band season, I waited to turn mine in until I knew if I had competitions on those weekends. It turned out that I had competitions on both Saturday practices, and they asked us not to miss more than two, so I said I would come to the other practices. I turned in that paper THAT NIGHT.

    The first three practices were last Thursday, Friday, and Saturday  I missed Christmas program rehearsal, part of my Band Practice, and the Sandstone Stake Youth Conference, so that I could go to two of those rehearsals.  When I got home on Friday Mom said she got an Email from Zion's Youth Saying that I could not participate because I was going to miss the "mandatory" practice this coming Saturday.  THis was after I had missed all of these things to be there. And they probably only realized it because Mom sent in another form saying when I could/could not come. She sent them an annoyed Email saying why I could still participate and heard no reply by Wednesday when we had another rehearsal. So I went.

    At least two-thirds into the rehearsal, during a short break Bro. J Skouson asks if Eliza Een is here, and he asked for me to come talk to him. Basically it seemed that the choir secretary didn't want to deal with Mom, so she had Jeff talk to me. When he confirmed that I could not (without inconveniencing my entire family and the band) come to Saturday's rehearsal, he said that he was sorry and that I couldn't participate. 

    I was angry and sad and I spent the rest of the rehearsal outside trying to calm down enough to go inside. When I saw people leaving I found Alayna and we drove home. I don't think it's fair to have such late notice or that I thought this was important enough to miss everything else. Mom lovingly thought of ways for me to be there, but I don't think it's worth it anymore. So here is a song that I love that can relate to this somewhat. 

Bluebird By Sara Bareilles

Word came through in a letter, 

One of us changing our minds.

You won't need to guess who, since I usually do

Not send letters to me that are mine.

Told you I saw this coming, 

That I'd practically packed up my things.

I was glad at the time that I'd said I was fine, but

All honesty knows I wasn't ready, no.

And so here we go bluebird, 

Back to the sky on your own.

Oh let it go bluebird, 

Ready to fly

You and I, 

Here we go.