Haha, he still is a werido. I'm showing him that I -can- get through college, just fine. (as he said, "You're not going to make it in college." "You need counceling.") And after that I didn't believe a word that came out of his mouth.
(sorry I just needa get this out)
Let me tell you a mini story. I went into his office to call my mom one morning (I forgot that I had pep band that night and had to call her) with his permission. So, I'm calling my mom and this kid comes in, takes a pencil, points it at me as if to jab it, and I just say "Put it down, Rene." So, what's he do? Pulls the sissors from my director's desk, and jabs them toward my throat. I firmly say, "RENNE NO, GO AWAY." He leaves and I finish the conversation with my mother. As soon as I hang up the phone, my band director comes over and asks what happened. I tell him the truth, and then my band director says I "over-reacted." I couldn't help but say and cry that "Rene just jabbed sissors toward my neck, and YOU THINK TELLING HIM NO WAS overreacting?" My band director then closed the door to his office and continued to lecture me that I over react, that I was too emotional, people do that, and I could never make it in college. Oh, and not to mention to not tell my parents about that conversation. Well I sure did. If you tell me not to tell my parents something, they're hearing about it. What's the weirdest thing? It was like I did everything wrong and I was the problem. Rene didn't even get a talking to. He got off because "No one saw him do it."
Also, another time, the same kid hit me with one of those little dollys (that we used to haul the guitar amp around) right when my director was looking. When I said "Don't HIT ME." Rene picked up a stand and said "There's a lot of weapons in here." My band director just continued to stare and just say "Rene."
Anywhoo...
Overall, my band director had horrible disipline. And I kept getting hurt in his class (rocks, stands...etc.) and people got away with it. What's that you say? Tell the guidence councelor? The principal? Just as bad.
My principal told me I wouldn't make it through my first year in college. He had even less disipline than my band director.
Wow, I sure have a lot of complaining to do. LOL. Thus, one of the reasons I HATED high school. Because everyone got away with verbally and physically assulting me.
Oooooo being a band director, I think one should know how to handle instruments. >< I would be angry too...there is no excuse for that. I've never heard of a band director doing that.
And, LOL, if I didn't have positive experiences with other band directors, I don't think I would be going into music ed right now. LOL
Ah. ^^ Well, I would tell his mommy, but I don't know his mommy. I've only met his brother. *shrug* And he's older than me...by a pretty big chunk. But, I just wish he wouldn't spread lies about me. At lesat (I THINK) it's over now...but I have no idea. For as far as I know, he's still spreading lies about me.
Oh, I lived in Mississippi from the time I was in 1st grade (around 1992-1993ish) to the time around the end of freshman year in high school (April 2001) I lived in Vicksburg. My dad's a park ranger so that accounts for huge jumps in moving. (Vicksburg National Military Park in MS) and now Apostle Islands National Lakeshore up in Bayfield, WI. Before that I lived in Yosemitie, CA. It was beautiful, but I was too young to think that at the time, I grew up with medows, mountains, and waterfalls. When I got to the city it was a treat.
I wish I could go back to visit Misssippi, I really loved all the people and the weater. (Haha, I'm not a cold weathered person!!!)
