Student Entry #3

Rebecca, eighth grader, horn:

April 4th, 2006. The last bell of the school day rings and my friends and I rush out of class to get to our lockers. We had to hurry up because we had a special choir rehearsal after school.

“Oh my gosh,” I said as I turned to a friend of mine. “We find out if we make Midwest today!!”

I hear a startled intake of breath.

“You’re right!” she cried back, and both of us immediately quickened our pace.

A few minutes later, a group of us rush into the band room. I look up at Mr. De Stefano, our band director, expectantly. Once everybody in the room has gotten seated, he pulls out a sheet of paper. The room goes nervously silent.

Mr. D starts, “Dear Chip: On behalf of the Board of Directors, it is my pleasure to invite you to present a concert at the-”

The whole room erupts in screams. I scream, as many others in the room do the same. I look over at my friend Rachael who has her head bent low over her chair. She looks up for a moment and her eyes are wet and red, while she is sporting one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen. After he finishes reading the letter, the choir people get up to leave. However, we weren’t able to go straight to choir, since most of us were sobbing at the time.

So it ends up with six of us eighth graders in the girls bathroom, hugging and crying our eyes out, while splashing water on our faces, and trying to wipe away the tears of joy.

I turn to my friend Ana and say, “Oh my gosh!!! We did it!!! And we are SO ditching school to go see them next year!!!

“Totally!!!” she screams back.

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