Thank You, Mr. Garrett!
Mr. Garrett was my band teacher from 7th grade through 12th grade. He was one of my favorite teachers I’ve ever had, in part because of the subject he taught but in part because he was just an awesome dude. I always enjoyed the way he taught band, the pieces he selected for us, and his general attitude towards dealing with a bunch of weirdo band kids, whether they be little tiny 12- and 13-year-old 7th graders or wild and (supposedly) wiser 18-year-old seniors.
I remember we used to have “test days” back in junior high that just consisted of him wheeling out the big TV and letting us watch The Emperor’s New Groove or Star Wars or Lord of the Rings that day during band period. In high school, we traveled to Disneyland to do a mock professional recording of some songs (and, of course, spend like 24+ hours riding rides and being general hooligans in Disneyland itself) and to Canada to play at some sort of competition thingy. Even the fundraisers for these events were fun.
Anyway, after teaching for 37 years, he is finally retiring. Last year was the final Ice Cream Social performance he would be involved in, so my mom and I stopped in to say congratulations.
And I’ll say it again here: congrats, Mr. Garrett! Thank you for being an amazing band teacher and for the impact you’ve had on countless young lives. Keeping music in schools is beyond important, and your role in this has been undeniable.
Have a great retirement!
Well those were weird dreams.
Not so much weird, but…vivid? Realistic?
DREAM THE ONE:
I don’t remember too much about this one, but I was renting/staying in some cabin at a campsite. I don’t know if I was alone or not, but the cabin was pretty big. I had all my stuff in a big pile and I was worried about someone coming along and stealing it. Then at some point two guys came in and were making it very clear that they were going to shoot me if I didn’t let them have the cabin and all my stuff inside. It was unnerving.
DREAM THE TWO:
I remember this one much more clearly. I was walking around in Calgary with Nate, and he told me to go on ahead on the path and he’d catch up later. We were walking on some part of the bike path system that we were both unfamiliar with, but I went ahead anyway. The path went up away from the main roads and into this hilly wooded section. I had to pee (in the dream), so I looked back to see if Nate is close to catching up to me. He’s not, so I go up the side of the hill to try to find a tree to pee behind.
Up at the top of the hill is this big noise reduction fence (I think there’s a highway somewhere on the other side?) and there’s a house on the other side of the fence. A guy is standing on the deck absolutely hacking his lungs out, coughing so loud that it’s echoing across the whole city. I think (in the dream) that I need to tell Nate that I’ve found the mysterious source of all the coughing that you can hear everywhere in the city.
Then at some point the dream shifts a little bit and Nate, my high school band teacher (Mr. Garrett), three teen girls, and myself are all sitting in an abandoned camper trailer that’s somewhere in those wooded hills that I was just in. One of the teens sprained her ankle, and the rest of us are upset (though aren’t explicitly saying it) because we all want to do stuff that involves having two working ankles.
Eventually, Mr. Garrett and the teen girls leave, so Nate and I make out in the abandoned camper trailer until we hear Mr. Garrett coming back. He comes through the door and I’m like, “How are you, Mr. Garrett?” and he’s like “I could be better!” I guess he tried to take Injured Ankle Girl home so she wouldn’t ruin our fun, but she didn’t want to leave, so she came limping in behind Mr. Garrett and just sat sadly on a chair.
Then I woke up.
This was a 100% forgettable dream theme-wise, but it felt SO real and was very vivid. I almost want to make the camper trailer in the Sims and live in it, haha.
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