THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN
Jazz band makes me realize that youth is losing talent and any reason to give a damn about it. These kids seriously do not care in the least that our music is simple on a pathetic level, yet we SUCK. There’s no nicer way to put it. They refuse to practice and improve, and our director nagging them doesn’t do jack shit. It’s infuriating that we have to sound awful because half of the group can’t be bothered to “waste time” on the music. This isn’t about you, kids; this is about the band. You joined a group, and you have to work for the group, not yourself.
“You’re too young to lose faith in humanity,” my Spanish teacher tells me. I’m not so sure about that sometimes.
(Late)
