Hello! Let me give you all a little bit of backstory. I go to a high school in Virginia and ten years ago we were the southern state champions. I’m talking we went to Macy’s day parade and things of that nature! Which to me- absolutely blows my mind. Nowadays, we can’t even win grand champion and our band is a sliver of what it use to be. Granted, I wasn’t around for that time, but I’ve heard stories! I am a junior this year and I am very unhappy in the band. It isn’t because of our size or our awards- it is because of the people and the band director.
My freshman year we had a band director well call Gary. Gary was an amazing conductor, teacher, mentor, you name it! We didn’t win much but he always encouraged us to do our best and lifted us up after a loss. Ex. At marching assessment we got a two, and we had to go to a competition right after. He told us to go out there and show them the mistake they made. We took home reserve grand champs.
Fast forward to sophomore year, and we get a new band director we’ll call Henry. Henry is nothing like Gary, but change is good, right? So we all give him a chance. We are only signed up for 3 competitions (vs the 6 we had the year before). Despite our efforts to try to pay for travel registration- the lot- he still says he has better things to do. Okay, that’s okay.
Flash forward to the end of sophomore year. My brother has just gotten into a car accident. He promised us the season before we would have many more competitions the next year. We receive our schedules and there are only three. I ask him about it in front of a few of my friends, telling him we would be more than happy to pay for the cost of the competitions. He tells me before I can buy us more competitions, I need to buy myself a new mouth piece. (THE INSTRUMENT I PLAY AND EVERYTHING WITH IT BELONGS TO THE SCHOOL. It is not my responsibility and my brother just got into a wreck a couple of days prior so clearly we don’t have any money. Yes he knew about this because my brother was in band too, and my mom emailed him.)
Then, it’s time for section leader pickings. He eliminates my section. (The low Reeds.) there are four of us, the same amount as the French horns. But he tells us we didn’t have enough people, and merges ya with the alto saxophones. Clearly, we don’t have the same part. I apply for saxophone section leader two weeks before the due date (day he told us to write them). He makes a kid younger than me section leader who didn’t write an essay. I confront him about it at graduation, and he Tells me he never got my email (though I came in and told him as soon as I had sent it the next day) I ask him to read it. He says he’s made up his mind.
Fast forward to band camp this year, I’m marching, doing my best when my friend Halee in the guard thinks that I started my period so clearly she is checking my shorts. Henry, over his loud speaker, says ‘(my name) you’re not in your spot. It’s funny how you aren’t even close when you’re the one who always tries to correct everybody else.’ Everyone heard it. Many laughed at me. For the record, I had started my period, and it couldn’t wait. I was humiliated. Heartbroken. All week, his favorites had been yelling at everybody. Being extremely rude, but they were given a pass because ‘they’re section leaders’ yet he called me out. They were the ones bossing people around. All I did was try to mark off and get ridiculed because I’m ‘not a section leader’.
He hates me, of that I’m certain. So do his minions, and that’s probably a big part of it. Marching is something I am passionate about. I forced myself to stay last year despite the conditions. This year I don’t know if I can take it anymore. I want to be a band director so I can show kids how they should be treated and uplifted instead of constantly getting torn down.
Will colleges even take me seriously if I drop band? Please help. Thank you. (I would not stop playing tenor sax, I would buy my own and get lessons.)