I could actually remotely play the stuff in Jazz Band yesterday! And that makes me happy. I think I'm the only one who actually wants to practice it at home so I'm gonna see if I can just keep the folder over the weekend.
But everything else=GRRRRR+++.
Complaint #1: Towards the end of concert season last year, the piccolo I was using was starting to suck, so my mother bought me a really really nice one. It's not even six months old, and I already need it replaced. There was a crack in the top of the body that I didn't see, I'm guessing it's from where I had shoved the head joint in there too hard. When I fell during the game last Friday my piccolo came crashing to the ground and was also dragged when I started to slide, and that was just the end of it. I had taken it to the shop to get it fixed and the guy informed me that because of some amount of physical force, that crack had gotten extremely bad and was continuing into the entire body of the piccolo. It can't be fixed. The only way I can get it to play correctly is to entirely replace the body.
Complaint #2: After we found this out, my mother started yelling at me about how it's my fault my piccolo is ruined, how irresponsible I was, and how I didn't take care of my instrument at all. First of all, I didn't know that there was a limit as to the amount of pressure that you had to use to get the head joint into the body. Secondly, is it my fault I fell? No. It's not something I could have prevented. I don't have eyes in the back of my head. But evidently she thinks I should because she proceeded to tell me that until I learn how to take better care of my instruments she is refusing to buy me a new flute, which she has been promising to buy me for almost a year.
Complaint #3: This is just the straw that broke the camel's back. Last year I had to put up with people being absolute assholes to me, and now I've finally had enough. I had put my flute in the instrument room. I went to get it for class today. Wasn't there. I assumed I left it at home and I could just go back and get it before I went to my lesson. I used Tiffany's flute for All-County practice, and then went home to get my flute and go to my lesson. Only one problem: The flute wasn't there either. So I call Ellen and tell her I'm gonna be late, and then rush back to the school to rummage through the band room to find my flute. Wasn't there. So I run to find Mr. Scott to ask him to unlock the instrument room. He wasn't there either. So I run back home, call Ellen and tell her I'm gonna have to miss the lesson 'cause I couldn't find my flute (which she wasn't too happy about), and then run back to the school. Mr. Scott had returned by that time, so I asked him to unlock the instrument room for me. I looked through the entire instrument room. Didn't find it. Brought my mom in to help me look. Didn't find it. At this point I'm extremely upset because I didn't know what I could have possibly done with it. Then I decided to check the one place I hadn't thought to look. There's a cage that Abby had put a sign on, identifying it as her own, saying that it was her cage, no one else was allowed to use it, blah blah blah. So I check in there and sure enough, there's my flute, shoved way in the back so I couldn't see it if I hadn't been looking hard enough. Then I looked on the sign that Abby had put on there. Somebody had written at the very bottom, "Hey Abby, thanks for letting me borrow your cage! Love Gabby." Now that just pissed me off to no end. First of all, if they were gonna do that they could have at least taken the time to spell my name right. Secondly, I had to put up with shit like this all last year because people are stupid immature idiots, and now I've finally had enough of it. So I went and I showed it to Mr. Scott and he said he was definitely gonna see who did it. I missed my lesson because of that asshole.
Today was just not the best of days.