I proved to myself, also, that I can stand up and do what needs to be done; I can take charge when I need to and do well in unexpected situations. Conducting the band was not something I ever envisioned myself doing, but when it comes down to it I'm capable of it, and my stint as drum-major-for-the-weekend was actually mostly enjoyable once I got over the initial nervousness. So partially I'm happy because I showed that I could rise to the occasion, and partially because everyone was so kind and supportive of me all weekend. It made me feel really good to have so many people behind me. I'm so proud of the band for being so enthusiastic, sounding so good, even though they were only half a band, and putting up with me so well when I had no idea what was going on.

There was talk about the summer, and living with several of my friends, which makes me feel warm and fuzzy beyond belief. Somewhere inside me it's still disturbingly startling that someone would like having me around enough to invite me to live with them. It will be wonderful to be out on my own, not at home and not at college, just living somewhere and working eight-hour days. And not alone either, but with my friends. Warm. Happy.