Abandonment

Abandonment. 
The first thing I think of when I hear this word is a person physically leaving someone else behind, but sometimes, that is not the case. Have you ever stopped to think of emotional abandonment? When a person is left behind yet you talk to them and hear about them everyday. In the middle of last school year, my color guard team received the best gift we could have ever gotten: a coach. He was the best in the business and cared about everything we did, even when we didn't care ourselves. As we continued to grow as a team, he did not just sit back and watch, he became part of the family that we had formed. After we competed at state and began training for marching season, we began to have summer camps to prepare for the upcoming marching show but he soon became more busy then usual; he had to start cancelling when he came and even hired a replacement for the time he had to coach another school. Recently, he has not seen our team in about a month; this may not seem like a long time for you, but it is when you are stressfully under the pressures of your band directors who look to you, as a leader, to guide your team into success. I have been so confused lately as to why he would completely leave us but I believe he doesn't fully understand the pain he has caused. I feel once someone has done something like this and not take responsibility for it, they do not deserve respect because they did not respect the people they left behind. In all this, I wanted to make this point clear: you should not simply leave because it became difficult or strenuous; life is far from perfect but do not forget about the people you once knew and leave without saying goodbye.
-A

Fragile and Graceful; Porcelain

I'll be the first to admit, I'm not the best writer on the planet, let alone the internet. I just need somewhere to write my thoughts and feelings and as human beings, I feel we can relate with each other about certain issues and experiences. When I was in my freshman year of high school, I began my first semester of what I thought was going to be the worst and most terrifying ride of my life. I was wrong. Because of the strenuous and stressful days that I spent in what I used to call "prison", I've made the best memories of my life. If you take one thing from this little post or whatever you want to call it, remember this: Make the most out of everything you do, no matter what you expect to happen, let's face it, you are not psychic, you do not know the outcome; never take what is given to you for granted because you never know when it can all be taken away. Please join me in the ever-so changing thoughts and struggles that go in our lives and brace with me for the experiences that are ahead because I can assure you, I will share my thoughts with you as long as you care to read along.
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