Can I just say that I love conference weekend? I know it might be weird for a teenager to actually look forward to conference but I really do. I love taking notes and feeling the spirit with my family.
There were some really good talks this morning.
But I missed the second session yesterday because of a marching competition.
We were unusually calm and sluggish warming up and we weren't in the zone.
We get out on field and I'm trying to make sound come out of my clarinet, but it's impossible. When the reed (wooden slab that vibrates to make sound) isn't wet, it wont create a sound. And my reed wasn't wet enough because it was so dry outside. So, all that was coming out of my instrument was squeaking. And our timing was off. It was just chaos.
After we performed, we knew we had done bad and we were gonna get a low score.
As soon as we sat in the bleachers, watching the other bands and waiting for the award ceremony, a huge storm came and the competition was canceled. So, we don't know what placement we got. I'm grateful because we knew we did horrible and we know what he need to fix. And most of it was just bad luck.
As I was watching conference, my older brother, Brad, put his hand on my knee. And for some odd reason, silent tears ran down my face. If there's anyone in this family that I look up to, besides my mom, its Brad. Growing up I wasn't near to him as my older sisters were, but I love him so much.
I'm grateful for his example to me and how great of a brother he is. He's so caring and compassionate. I'm lucky he's my brother :)
There were some really good talks this morning.
But I missed the second session yesterday because of a marching competition.
We were unusually calm and sluggish warming up and we weren't in the zone.
We get out on field and I'm trying to make sound come out of my clarinet, but it's impossible. When the reed (wooden slab that vibrates to make sound) isn't wet, it wont create a sound. And my reed wasn't wet enough because it was so dry outside. So, all that was coming out of my instrument was squeaking. And our timing was off. It was just chaos.
After we performed, we knew we had done bad and we were gonna get a low score.
As soon as we sat in the bleachers, watching the other bands and waiting for the award ceremony, a huge storm came and the competition was canceled. So, we don't know what placement we got. I'm grateful because we knew we did horrible and we know what he need to fix. And most of it was just bad luck.
As I was watching conference, my older brother, Brad, put his hand on my knee. And for some odd reason, silent tears ran down my face. If there's anyone in this family that I look up to, besides my mom, its Brad. Growing up I wasn't near to him as my older sisters were, but I love him so much.
I'm grateful for his example to me and how great of a brother he is. He's so caring and compassionate. I'm lucky he's my brother :)
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