The day before I entered middle school, I had an accident while playing outside with my brother. I remember running up and down the street trying to escape him in a game of tag. Then I ran up the walkway to our house and jumped over the short hedges down into our driveway. It was only about 6 feet deep and I’d done it hundreds of times up until that point, so imagine my surprise when I landed face first onto the concrete. Oh, it was a bloody mess? My pant leg had gotten caught on one of the branches and I just toppled over. One side of my face was badly bruised, but the worst part was a busted lip and loose tooth. As you can imagine I was most concerned about showing up for my first day at a new school looking like I’d suffered my first fight. OMG!
One of the classes I planned on starting my 7th grade year was band. I was so looking forward to playing the French Horn, knowing most kids my age struggled with such a difficult instrument, but I was going to be an exception. Boy was I disappointed when the band teacher told me it would be close to impossible. Unfortunately, the big fat swelling on my lip interfered with proper placement in the mouthpiece, preventing the correct embouchure. I literally cried, which could’ve also been a disaster for a newbie in middle school.
Well, I persevered and went on the play the trombone for six years, which was probably the best turn of events stemming from what seemed to be so catastrophic to a teenager. I became lead trombone player in high school and enjoyed playing for assemblies, concerts, and graduations. I also went on to become Senior Class Treasurer, but that’s a story for another day.
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