Chapter 9: If I Could Get Another Chance
When I think back on my high school career, the only large regret I have is taking band my senior year. There was really was no point to it. Without my friends there was only marching and playing, both of which I was tired of and didn't care about. Any semblance of effort flew out the window. I started playing increasingly worse because of my apathy. I only marched decently because I didn't want to screw up the show for the people who did care. As for concerts, the second bassoon is not so important that if he plays less than average it ruins the ensemble. I doubt judges even noticed. On assignments where I had to play by myself I was terrible, mostly because if I was terrible I would only hurt myself. Other than that, there's nothing major I can think of. I don't regret taking six AP classes my senior year. The week of the tests was awful, but other than that it really wasn't too bad. I probably could have understood the material in Calculus BC a bit better, but I think I have a least a good grasp on most everything. I doubt I could have done much about the Physics AP test, but the outcome of that doesn't really matter, anyways, because my university won't accept Physics B credit no matter what. I don't think it's healthy to look back ask "What if?". All of my experiences, the good and the bad, have culminated to make me the person that I am, and I'm happy with that. Changing something could have unintended consequences. The exception is the band thing because I believe that it was recent enough that nothing major about myself would have changed.