For one thing, I couldn't get into my Biology class. The required class I needed for my major, and not that I couldn't get into it once, but twice. Twice! I remember that distinct feeling of disappointment, telling myself that everything will be okay, even though I knew it probably won't.
Another disappointing thing about this year was that I couldn't get into my Halloween job at Haunt. I've worked there for two years; I was pretty much guaranteed a job. But I guess I fucked up somehow. That was probably my favorite job til this day.
Lately, the thing that disappointed me most was my lack of skills. I used to be a pretty decent bboy with some decent moves. Some moves I had were exceptional, like the Jackhammer. Anyway, I don't know how it happened but it did: I got bored of bboying, and I quit. It was like October of last year (2010) when I stopped, and didn't get back until about April of this year (2011.) So roughly about six months. Honesty, I wouldn't of been able to get back if it weren't for the help of 4 Elements Hip-hop Organization, my so-called "club" at De-Anza. Although they didn't physically do much to help me, they motivated me to help myself, as I had to help others.
Thing that bothered me the most, was when I got back into breaking, I pretty much lost all moves. Moves I used to do so easily became the most difficult thing in the world to do. I spent so much time, as in years, trying to learn these moves, and they disappeared, just like that. I just wanted to give up after that.
Thing that bothered me the most, was when I got back into breaking, I pretty much lost all moves. Moves I used to do so easily became the most difficult thing in the world to do. I spent so much time, as in years, trying to learn these moves, and they disappeared, just like that. I just wanted to give up after that.
Another thing this year relating to skill: I played the trombone for eight years, starting from 4th grade, ending senior year in high school. I wasn't the best when I first started out, but I gotta admit, I was pretty damn good in high school. I was first chair in my section sometime. I could hit notes with a clear tone - that's difficult, just so you know. Anyway, after high school, I had no opportunity to practice again. I had no instrument, for about two years. It was then, this year, that one of my friends decided to lend me one of his extra trombones. When I decide to play it after two+ years, I was horrible. As in, really horrible. So bad that I wanted to cry. I had spent eight+ years playing this instrument to perfection, and my talent ruined, just like that.
I will probably add more - A LOT more, but I'm running short in time. Ultimately, I'm taking baby steps in both bboying and playing trombone, and I'm seeing decent progress. I know I can get the skills back. It won't be easy, I know that, but surely not impossible. At least for someone with my mentality. And by "decent progress" I mean I'm happy with that I got, for this amount of time, at least.
