You Never Know Until It's Gone

You Never Know Until It's Gone

A Story by Becky Lawrence
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I just got back from graduation at my school. I saw a lot of people go, it's really sad.

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The seniors this year were like any other. A bunch of loud, obnoxious, egotistical a******s. What made these seniors different, was the fact that they were amazing loud, obnoxious, egotistical a******s, and I guess I really liked these dickheads.
I didn't realize it until an hour ago. The percussion guys handed me a flower (I'm in perc with them and we acted like fucktards together, so I guess I'm friends with them) and they said "Goodbye and good luck next year." It was that simple. Nothing soppy and emotional. But I lost it. I looked at Alexa and started sobbing. I didn't think I would and I talked a big game about how I wouldn't cry like everyone else. But there I was, sobbing like a baby.
Why? Because without those three guys, I would have given up on percussion. I went through all of last year hating band class. But those three reminded me that its fun. Every marching show with them, all the parades, and even just the stupid pep band; we laughed and had fun. It wasn't a class for them, it was their favorite block of the school day. And it slowly became mine too.
I never considered myself to be friends with any of them until now. Before it just seemed like we were in a class together and that's it. But today it hit me. We talked a lot, and acted like morons too. They accepted me and I fit in pretty well with them. We might not speak to each other ever again, but the time we did talk was great.
And f**k, I'm crying again.
But now I know what people mean when they say you never know what you have until it is gone. I didn't know how much those three impacted my view on band class and playing an instrument until now. I must sound soppy as hell but it's true.

© 2011 Becky Lawrence


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Becky Lawrence
I don't know. It's been a weird day.

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I totally understand. If it weren't for the goofy and sometimes eccentric seniors in my section, I would have skipped out of marching band in a flash. If it weren't for them and Friday night football games, I wouldn't have lasted, and wouldn't have decided to take the place of section leader. I miss those stupid people too much for my own good. Hooray for band.

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I've been writing since seventh grade. It started as a hobby and became an addiction. I have become an insomniac because of the thoughts and ideas going on in my head. I will read most read request.. more..

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