Mr. Flohre was my band director in high school (not a date to a school dance, as I've been asked before as a result of the picture below. bahaha). He also hired me this summer to help out at band camp.
Mr. Flohre,
I am so grateful I had you for a teacher, and for a friend (even if you are really slow at answering emails. even though you check them all the time...). Thank you for letting me crash in your office every morning, every afternoon, and when I didn't feel right. Looking back now, I was a very pushy and needy high schooler, but you put up with it. I was astonished at some of the things I did back then, but thanks for not hating me.
I think back to the time I was in Seussical. You said you weren't going to be able to make it to the show, and I thought that was so lame! That show was like, the pinnacle of my achievement (or something). But the next school day after the shows, you subtly said something about our performance, and I knew that you had gone. You sneaked in, you sneaked out, but you came, and that made me truly happy.
Your Music Theory class was both the hardest and most rewarding class I've ever taken. I loved our tiny group, and even though being put on the spot scared me out of my mind, I learned a lot. I learned how to take confidence in what I was good at, and how to work at the things I wasn't. I learned that all things wouldn't come easy to me, and that was just fine.
Thanks for caring about your job, and your students. Thanks for giving me a place in the band program. That's exactly what I needed those long years of high school. And working at band camp was exactly what I needed this past summer.
Sincerely,
Hilary
P.S. A minor seventh is still my favorite interval.
P.P.S. I still think you making us put up devil horns every time you played the devil's tone was lame.
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