The end of 6th grade saw the demise of what had
been normal life for me. By the time the start of 7th grade rolled
around, I had a dad who didn’t drink and took my mom and I out to dinner a few
time a week, a sister in college, a brother in the army, and another brother
with a stable, well-paying job. It was weird. I, instead of being happy about
this, hit a funk. In fact, had I talked about this with a medical professional,
they may have diagnosed me with depression.
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The Musicians
In middle school, I signed up for band. I guess it must have been in sixth grade. I was inspired by the intro to The Simpsons when Lisa improvises a solo and is promptly asked to leave the room. I wanted more than anything to play the saxophone. I've always had an affinity for smart girls who do things out of the ordinary and have always tried to be such a girl. But thanks to the popularity of The Simpsons, I was assigned the trumpet.
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