I played nothing more than what I've always played, and learned nothing.
Emily was angered when Mr. Warren announced that the sectional time has been changed to 4:15, since she has a lesson. He told her to move the lesson. She insisted that she couldn't and finally stormed out saying something about quitting band (she was already in a horrible mood because the metronome gives her migraines).
During marching season, extremely loud noise and bright lights gave me headaches that occasionally caused me to black out.
My solution? Don't stand near the drums, and squint. The headaches rarely got that bad and almost never interfered with me being capable of performing necessary tasks. So I stuck it out.
Emily is one of the (physically) weakest persons I have ever encountered. The problem this time is that the metronome triggers her migraines, as does the sound of the band in general, apparently. I do not know how the hell she manages to play the piccolo (which gives me headaches like none other) without qualm, but cannot tolerate the metronome, but there you go.
Her solution? Complain, sit there suffering and hating the band director.
It is not a matter of 'you are annoying, go away', nor 'you are dragging the rest of us down because you are not capable of handling it'. It is simply 'you are causing yourself physical harm and making the situation more miserable with every passing day. These migraines and other illnesses have already caused you to lose or almost lose credit for other courses, and the wisest choice at this time would be to do everything in your power to eradicate the causes of the distress. That does not mean complain when the director turns on the metronome and insist that he turn it so low no one can hear it. This means going to the counselor and asking for a schedule change. Michael's mother is our grade-level counselor and I am quite certain she will be more than willing to get you out of band once you explain the circumstances.'
The entire situation is adding far too much stress to her life as well as the lives of those around her who are concerned for her health and well-being (namely Liz and I, as the majority of people I have encountered seem to either be totally indifferent or dislike Emily with a passion).
There are days when I think that if a gun-toting lunatic suddenly showed up at our school and started mowing down students, I would not really be able to bring myself to be angered with him/her. It's probably not true, but right about now I hate humankind as a whole. I am very irritated.
The following people need to be shot. Not necessarily killed. Just shot.
- People who rev their engines so loudly that it hurts my ears even when the windows are rolled up.
- People who turn their music up so high that even though I cannot see their car, my windows rattle.
- People who flit from relationship to relationship on a near-daily basis while insisting they are taking the concepts of love and sex 'seriously' and/or that they are 'just having fun'.
- People who refuse to acknowledge that anyone is capable of liking or should be allowed to enjoy anything other than what they like, be it music, clothing, whatever.
- People with no respect for authority figures of any sort, be it teachers, police, or some other person in charge.
- People who believe that, at all times, they are thoroughly entertaining and need to be making some sort of display of noise and motion to make certain everyone is aware of the fact.
- People who try so hard to fit in with a particular stereotype (be it punk, goth, whatever) that they forget what it was that they originally enjoyed and how they felt that first drew them in with that particular crowd.
- People who do fake-suicide attempts in order to none-too-discreetly 'show off' their scars and obtain attention.
*places gun against temple*
There. That's better.