I know it's notorious for UGers to bitch and whine in blogs, but this is just so terrible. I need to stand on my soapbox and scream.
He was the greatest band director. Ever. No lie. (Yeah, I'm a nerd.) He actually cared about the flutes! () But in all seriousness, he was a great guy. He always carried a smile with his giant briefcase of woodwind rescue supplies and could make a sarcastic joke about anyone or anything, and everyone could drop everything to laugh. Yeah, he's one of those guys. He was a great friend, a terrific listener, and the best flute/clarinet/saxophone player I've ever heard. He actually had faith in me. He understood I get so damn nervous. He knows my talent and how much damn time is spent practicing and preparing. He knew. It was my duet, he knew it, and he gave it to me. He'd boost my confidence. (If you've never talked to me, you wouldn't know that my confidence is ZERO! I'm stubborn and it takes a lot for me to be proud of myself. Like actually believe I did something right.) "She's the best freshman flute player.. if she didn't get nervous, but we'll work on that. We'll make you play your solo infront of the school... in a bathing suite. Yeah! That'll work!" God, I miss you so damn much.
Last week he took a leave. Everyone thought it was another family emergency. Even I found myself looking forward to his return. Today Veenstra announced his resign for personal reasons and everyone's upset. I didn't talk to him much, but I dropped my jaw in disbelief. Everyone. Everyone was shocked. Nothing moved, even the percussionists managed not to drop a stick on the mallets.
I'm still shocked. My God. How could you just... leave? Not even say goodbye?
This was poorly written, sorry. But I'm just shocked beyond belief. Oh and thanks for reading.