There were Simpler days
4: Keep your hopes up high and your head down low.
I let out a sigh of relief when the final bell rings releasing me to the freedom of the streets and my home. My home where my happy little computer is that holds all the music that keeps my head from exploding every time I enter this place. This stupid high school with stupid Kellen and stupid teachers and stupid Steven. Stupid. I put my headphones in as soon as I can walking out of my last class period. I glance at people in the halls but keep out of peoples way. Like I usually do, keep your hopes up high and your head down low right?
I have to work on a paper for a class I'm taking online anyway. I’m hoping to get some college credits early so I can pursue my dreams young. The perks of having a mom who works at Capella University. I jog to my bike and unlock it jumping on it before the traffic jam called the school parking lot is too hard to make my way through and not get hit by a car.
I take the time on my bike to listen to music and just not think. Not worry about anything that’s happening in my life at the time. To not think about anything that hurt me. To not think about my evil ex-boyfriend or my so-called friends who seem to just betray me time and time again. Sometimes I take this time to think of poems. I’ve written a few of them down. Not that they’re any good. Nobody really wants to hear a poem about the struggles of a High School student. I’m fortunate. There are people in the United States who have far bigger problems then me. But that doesn’t mean that my problems aren’t there. Just maybe, less significant. I don’t need to burden others with the bullies at my school or how I used to self-harm. I’ve stopped. I’m proud of myself for it too. Not everybody gets to that place and gets out in one piece.
I pull up into my back yard and put my bike in the garage, locking it. Because I live in such an amazing neighborhood we’ve had three bikes stolen off our property but one was my brothers’ friend and his bike was just begging for it. You don’t leave a bike unlocked unmanned on a front lawn with a group of stoners hot-boxing a block away.
I walk up to my room and sit on my bed rushing through all my high school homework music blasting while its allowed to be.
I smile as soon as I’m happy with my project and go onto my online classes chat room page. Lately Professor Driscoll has been having Managers of bands or managers of music venues come on and talk to us about their jobs. I’ve been loving it (ba da ba ba baaaa I’m lovin’ it) its great because a lot of them are super chill and talk about the Mechanics of the job and also discuss the fun parts, touring, hanging out with the bands, meeting new people, traveling the world. Its like listening to the kind of person I want to be. And hopefully will be.
I’m in a good-sized class (For cheap online college classes) only about 450 students. But a lot of them just aren’t on very often so only about fifty are online at this time and the professor has two guest speakers.
Now right then is when I started Tripping Balls.
I couldn’t believe who was on. Matthew motherfucking Flyzik. I knew who he was mostly because in my freshman/middle school years I had been obsessed with All Time Low. They still had a place in my heart. I loved them to death and I haven’t missed a tour. I immediately logged into the chat room he was in and posted.
HannaMN: Hey you guys
MatthewFlyzikGuest: Ultimately the hardest part of being on the road is missing your family. You have to try to keep in touch and call as often as you can.
JordanID: What do you see yourself doing if your band goes on a break or retires and just can’t tour anymore?
MatthewFlyzikGuest: I’m not sure really. This has been most of my life. I’d have to find something to do with my life. Maybe take online classes like this.
MatthewFlyzikGuest: Welcome Hanna.
I have to work on a paper for a class I'm taking online anyway. I’m hoping to get some college credits early so I can pursue my dreams young. The perks of having a mom who works at Capella University. I jog to my bike and unlock it jumping on it before the traffic jam called the school parking lot is too hard to make my way through and not get hit by a car.
I take the time on my bike to listen to music and just not think. Not worry about anything that’s happening in my life at the time. To not think about anything that hurt me. To not think about my evil ex-boyfriend or my so-called friends who seem to just betray me time and time again. Sometimes I take this time to think of poems. I’ve written a few of them down. Not that they’re any good. Nobody really wants to hear a poem about the struggles of a High School student. I’m fortunate. There are people in the United States who have far bigger problems then me. But that doesn’t mean that my problems aren’t there. Just maybe, less significant. I don’t need to burden others with the bullies at my school or how I used to self-harm. I’ve stopped. I’m proud of myself for it too. Not everybody gets to that place and gets out in one piece.
I pull up into my back yard and put my bike in the garage, locking it. Because I live in such an amazing neighborhood we’ve had three bikes stolen off our property but one was my brothers’ friend and his bike was just begging for it. You don’t leave a bike unlocked unmanned on a front lawn with a group of stoners hot-boxing a block away.
I walk up to my room and sit on my bed rushing through all my high school homework music blasting while its allowed to be.
I smile as soon as I’m happy with my project and go onto my online classes chat room page. Lately Professor Driscoll has been having Managers of bands or managers of music venues come on and talk to us about their jobs. I’ve been loving it (ba da ba ba baaaa I’m lovin’ it) its great because a lot of them are super chill and talk about the Mechanics of the job and also discuss the fun parts, touring, hanging out with the bands, meeting new people, traveling the world. Its like listening to the kind of person I want to be. And hopefully will be.
I’m in a good-sized class (For cheap online college classes) only about 450 students. But a lot of them just aren’t on very often so only about fifty are online at this time and the professor has two guest speakers.
Now right then is when I started Tripping Balls.
I couldn’t believe who was on. Matthew motherfucking Flyzik. I knew who he was mostly because in my freshman/middle school years I had been obsessed with All Time Low. They still had a place in my heart. I loved them to death and I haven’t missed a tour. I immediately logged into the chat room he was in and posted.
HannaMN: Hey you guys
MatthewFlyzikGuest: Ultimately the hardest part of being on the road is missing your family. You have to try to keep in touch and call as often as you can.
JordanID: What do you see yourself doing if your band goes on a break or retires and just can’t tour anymore?
MatthewFlyzikGuest: I’m not sure really. This has been most of my life. I’d have to find something to do with my life. Maybe take online classes like this.
MatthewFlyzikGuest: Welcome Hanna.
There is the beginning of sequel.
11/19/13