Saturday, September 19, 2009

It is done. And I feel better now.

We attended our high school's first home football game of the season last night. It was a fun night, seeing old friends, cheering for our team .... they had a Hall of Honor presentation ... fireworks .... Brayden sang in the school-wide choir .... marching band ..... marching band ........ marching band .......

With the new "band instructor helper person" there ...... who caused me a knot in my stomach every time I looked over at him. I think this is a perfect example of karma, and how what goes around will usually come right back around and bite you on the butt.

After the band finished up the national anthem before the game, he was standing by himself in the band section of the stadium, a mere fifty feet from me. And I could easily have avoided him, ignored him, just gone on my merry way. But, he was like a shiny distraction, in the corner of my eye, and I couldn't get past it. I kept looking over, wondering, "Would he recognize me? Would he even remember me? Would he remember what a jerk I was to him?"

Have you ever walked around town with a stain on the boob of your shirt, and it bothers you? Even though nobody else notices, and nobody else cares, it's all you can think about? And you can't even concentrate while you're having a conversation with someone because all you can think about is the giant stain on your boob and how you're wondering if they're noticing but they're just too polite to say anything and in the meantime you're missing the entire conversation because you keep telling yourself nobody cares but you know and YOU care and its soooooo uber-distracting????

Yeah. It was EXACTLY like that. Only not at all.

Finally I gave up, and walked over to him. Held out my hand, re-introduced myself, apologized for being such a jerk (also known in many circles as "immature, self-absorbed teenager") in high school, and told him I was happy he would (possibly ... clearly, the plans for his place at the school are not my business) would be teaching my son in beginner's band.

He looked at me, smiled, and hugged me. We chatted for a few minutes.

He was so much more gracious than I ever would have been.

Thank you GOD that it is done, and I can move on without being embarrassed to run into him again. Because its highly likely, and (repeat after me) I just LOVE living in a small town!

8 comments:

vgsmom said...

Good for you! So many things could be better solved if someone was willing to make the first move.

Natalie said...

Nicely done. I hope I never run into my middle school orchestra conductor.

Dianna in Louisiana said...

Wow Kristie, that took some guts! Glad everything worked out well. Imagine the awkwardness you would have felt if he would have held a grudge.

Pam D said...

Hurray for being mature! You have way too much else on your plate to let something like that be a distraction. Two thumbs up...

Donna said...

I don't hold a personal grudge against the kids that I work with now, even though they can be self-absorbed, rude little....sorry. I hope someday, years from now, one of them comes up to me and lets me know the same thing. Good on you for setting the balance straight.

Anonymous said...

2 thumbs up! I am proud of you.

Anonymous said...

youll get some good karma for that!

Cindi said...

Good job Kristie. You knew it needed done and you did it. He could have been nasty to you, but he took the high road.

I'm sure you can't even put into words how good it makes you feel that it's over and you can now move FORWARD!