Day One
This is hard. It is only a quarter after nine in the morning on this Wednesday, and it feels like a lifetime has passed already. The hour that I have been here at the school has drug on and on, as if I am viewing its occurrences in slow motion, from behind a one-way mirror that only I can see through. I am surrounded by music, enveloped in what little comfort it offers to me now, for it is the very essence of my individualism, yet I am cannot make a sound…
I just sit here, cocooned in my medical forbade to utter and even hum to myself, unable to call out to those that I see on a daily basis, to those that I interact with and release my worries to, to those that matter. I can only wave, hope by some chance that they spot me amidst a crowd of seven thousand shifting, mingling faces, and if they are lucky or observant enough to identify my broken, tear-streaked visage, then I can then approach and whisper; for I am not allowed to do more than such…to whisper…
I do have some solace, however. I may not enjoy this silence at all, but I have three comforts: I am a flutist, and I do have the concert band three times a week, including at one this afternoon. It is my last class of the day…
Yet another bitter reminder of my inability, my temporary uselessness and division from my own life… NATS... The National Association of Teachers of Singing. NATS was supposed to be this weekend; I was supposed to perform four songs in an effort to get recognition and possibly even scholarship funds… NATS is a just a cloud of dark smoke.
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Hi there! Just wanted to let you know, drug is not the past tense of drag! It must be dragged, or you could say, -I have been here at school has been dragging on and on-
yet I am cannot make a sound… I think you added an extra word here and I'm not sure what you meant to say.
cocooned in my medical forbade to utter and even hum to myself.... there should be a comma after medical, and I'm not sure what that's referring to.
It ended kind of abruptly, but otherwise very good descriptive words and imagery.