May.It's a very fucked up month, in case you didn't know.
Today was Lusk's birthday. We bought a card for him and everyone signed it during class today. Then he came out for our daily talk before we started to play. He's all serious. He usually makes the same speech every year about not coming back the next and we laugh and say "Yeahfuckingright. You'll be here forever."
Well, apparently he won't be. He has accepted a job at Roberts Wesleyan to fill in for his best friend for a year as the college's band conductor. He won't be returning next year. I honestly don't see him returning at all. I'm a bit shell shocked by it. I mean, I kept wishing for this conflict between us to come to a head and in some respects it did. I just thought I'd be able to come back next year to the school I remembered. They say that you can never go home again and I believe them. I just always saw myself returning to see my band being directed by the same guy that has made me cry more times than I care to remember. Not a bad wish, is it? In spite of my thought that he was in fact the devil himself at some points, I'll miss that. As he told us, I remember thinking that it's all a joke. I even said aloud, "Okay, the punchline?"
I want a quote page. I'll have one soon. You just wait and see, it'll be up here.
It's so hot. I have a speech or three to write. I'll be back.
