I am Danielle Howard, I'm from Southern Indiana and I'm proud of it. I am in marching band, winter guard, jazz band, book club, concert band, tuba christmas, and PEP at my school. I love music and I am 17 years of age. Enjoy my random blogs~!
The school year’s almost over…
The class of 2013, will be Seniors next year. Scary thought, right?
It feels surreal. When I first moved here I didn’t expect to find myself like I did. I still don’t know everything. But there’s several things I’ve learned this year.
Memories. They don’t fade. Good or bad. If your mind wants to remember them, it does. You can try to control it all you want but..it ain’t happenin’. I still remember highlights from 8th grade… And to be honest, that wasn’t really a good year for me.
I’ve discovered what it’s like to not hide your emotions. That’s an amazing feeling. But. You can only do it around those that will make you smile. No matter what it takes. Even if you piss them off, they’ll put a smile on your face 5 seconds later if you’re upset and such.
Band. It’s like your family. No. It’s more than that. It’s something you keep coming back to even if you feel like all hope is lost. It seems crazy and you feel stupid for a second. But then the notes come out right, the director cracks a bad joke, and you know why you’re there again. Because music is your life and you know it. You may not go into a music field, but it’s your life.
Love…it isn’t gonna just come to you. You have to wait for it. And sometimes it won’t come in the form of a significant other. It’s gonna come in the form a friend that’s gonna make you laugh the most. That’s gonna dance with you and let you fall asleep on them even if they don’t want anyone on them. I didn’t realize that until this year and I wish I had before. Because, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt so many times.
Finally. I’ve learned to go with the motions. Let the Earth lift you and take you where it wants you to go. And by doing that. You’re gonna Party Like It’s the End of the World <3
“Regrets and mistakes, their memories made. Who would’ve known how, bittersweet this would taste?” — Adele