Me and my selfish self wanted to get out on that marching field so bad as I listened to the band play and march. It gave me a quiver down my spine listening and watching it. And yet as the metronome and my peers marched and played, I began to step in time (in place of course) while standing on the mini-bleachers, pretending I was playing along with my imaginary clarinet. That's when things took a turn and my mind gradually began to stop caring about wanting to be in band for once.
She fell.
I didn't see, but all I heard was "IRONS! SOMEONE HIT THE DECK!" and I saw a mellophone player pointing at the pit. I assumed someone was actually hit (seeing how clueless and stupid I was). But I saw a girl laying on the ground.
Usually, I would try to mind my own business. It's not good to snoop into other people's business when something like that happened, but I saw Mr. Wampler, the director take her over (I guess she was awake then) and take her over by the shed to sit on a chair with a water bottle. That's when I tried not to pay attention anymore until...
"Michelle!" Wampler calls me over. He told me to stay with her and to make sure she's okay and that she doesn't fall over or such just in case, and to talk to her. All I thought was, okay sure. Nothing more than that.
I sat near her and didn't say anything for awhile, until I questioned if she was okay. She responded that she was okay and that her head just hurted. Then I ask if she didn't eat that morning or didn't drink any water (it was extremely hot outside). I don't remember what she said, but I think she said she didn't remember.
"I don't even remember coming out here...Why am I wearing pajamas?!" she exclaimed, confused, holding the waterbottle to her head.
"It's a Tuesday, and it's Tired Tuesday, where you wear pajamas. You guys were practicing in the band room, and then after school around 3, you guys brought your pit ensemble equipment out to the field while the rest of the band was practicing."
"Oh my god...I don't remember sh*t..."
I asked her what her name was. "Sally [last name]" What grade she was in. "......junior. I'm a junior." What school is this. "Fountain Valley." What classes do you have. "......oh my god...I don't remember..." By now, she was already in tears as she leaned down, hands gripping her head. She was embarassed for the other band members to see her.
I tried asking her more questions and calming her down: "Just take deep breathes. Slow down. In. Out. In. Out. Take a drink of water." But she kept breathing fast and crying. I tried asking her some more stuff to try to refreshen her memory to help her feel better. "Do you remember how many siblings you have. She knew. Do you have any pets? She knew. Do you remember who you saw or what you did this morning? She was quiet and started to cry. "I don't remember."
She couldn't remember her whole day and from time to time again she would shout out "Why am I wearing pajamas? I don't even remember coming out here." Just writing about it isn't enough to express how I felt. But I knew...I couldn't do anything...
The more she cried, the worse I felt, though I tried to cheer her up or distract her to help her remember.
A school trainer came and check up on her. Later came the paramedics. I left because I had to go...and walking to the front of the school...the only thought that came to my mind was "I couldn't do anything... 'I can't remember anything.' Useless. Useless."
"You did a good job," the trainer said after I tried to tell her how much she managed to remember after the paramedics came. I didn't make much of it...but I can imagine Sally clearly sitting on the chair crying trying to remember, leaning over on the chair, head in hands.
Sally...Sally...I wonder if she'll remember me when she recovers. Though, I don't think I made much of an impact anyways. So I wouldn't really mind if she didn't remember me.
But it keeps coming back into my mind in a daze, but I don't think myself as useless anymore...I just think of myself as the random person who happened to find out she lost part of her memory and was just there to failing to comfort her.
But still...it's all that comes to mind the most at the moment...
She fell.
I didn't see, but all I heard was "IRONS! SOMEONE HIT THE DECK!" and I saw a mellophone player pointing at the pit. I assumed someone was actually hit (seeing how clueless and stupid I was). But I saw a girl laying on the ground.
Usually, I would try to mind my own business. It's not good to snoop into other people's business when something like that happened, but I saw Mr. Wampler, the director take her over (I guess she was awake then) and take her over by the shed to sit on a chair with a water bottle. That's when I tried not to pay attention anymore until...
"Michelle!" Wampler calls me over. He told me to stay with her and to make sure she's okay and that she doesn't fall over or such just in case, and to talk to her. All I thought was, okay sure. Nothing more than that.
I sat near her and didn't say anything for awhile, until I questioned if she was okay. She responded that she was okay and that her head just hurted. Then I ask if she didn't eat that morning or didn't drink any water (it was extremely hot outside). I don't remember what she said, but I think she said she didn't remember.
"I don't even remember coming out here...Why am I wearing pajamas?!" she exclaimed, confused, holding the waterbottle to her head.
"It's a Tuesday, and it's Tired Tuesday, where you wear pajamas. You guys were practicing in the band room, and then after school around 3, you guys brought your pit ensemble equipment out to the field while the rest of the band was practicing."
"Oh my god...I don't remember sh*t..."
I asked her what her name was. "Sally [last name]" What grade she was in. "......junior. I'm a junior." What school is this. "Fountain Valley." What classes do you have. "......oh my god...I don't remember..." By now, she was already in tears as she leaned down, hands gripping her head. She was embarassed for the other band members to see her.
I tried asking her more questions and calming her down: "Just take deep breathes. Slow down. In. Out. In. Out. Take a drink of water." But she kept breathing fast and crying. I tried asking her some more stuff to try to refreshen her memory to help her feel better. "Do you remember how many siblings you have. She knew. Do you have any pets? She knew. Do you remember who you saw or what you did this morning? She was quiet and started to cry. "I don't remember."
She couldn't remember her whole day and from time to time again she would shout out "Why am I wearing pajamas? I don't even remember coming out here." Just writing about it isn't enough to express how I felt. But I knew...I couldn't do anything...
The more she cried, the worse I felt, though I tried to cheer her up or distract her to help her remember.
A school trainer came and check up on her. Later came the paramedics. I left because I had to go...and walking to the front of the school...the only thought that came to my mind was "I couldn't do anything... 'I can't remember anything.' Useless. Useless."
"You did a good job," the trainer said after I tried to tell her how much she managed to remember after the paramedics came. I didn't make much of it...but I can imagine Sally clearly sitting on the chair crying trying to remember, leaning over on the chair, head in hands.
Sally...Sally...I wonder if she'll remember me when she recovers. Though, I don't think I made much of an impact anyways. So I wouldn't really mind if she didn't remember me.
But it keeps coming back into my mind in a daze, but I don't think myself as useless anymore...I just think of myself as the random person who happened to find out she lost part of her memory and was just there to failing to comfort her.
But still...it's all that comes to mind the most at the moment...
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hero
Oooooh. So you're the one Story of the Year wrote that one song about. . .
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