Gary Schermerhorn (schermerhorn) wrote in watersedge, @ 2009-04-30 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | harvey schermerhorn, nolan robinson |
Who: Harvey and Nolan
What: Running into each other
Where: Outside their houses
When: Thursday afternoon, after school lets out
The worst thing about being a high school band director was that rehearsals were just another part of the school day. Harvey could demand professionalism and perfection from his colleagues in the ensembles he played in, but when it came to his students, whatever they needed to do, they only had 40 minutes a day to accomplish it, and this year, to Harvey's chagrin, his honors band had that forty minutes right at the end of the school day, during 9th period. Today's rehearsal, especially, had been trying, and by the time Harvey pulled into his driveway, he was sure his blood pressure was through the roof with how frustrated he was. His students were competing in a state competition in just a week's time, and they were nowhere near ready.
Getting out of the car, he ran a hand over his hair, then walked up the steps to his apartment entrance, reaching for the mailbox and pulling out the mail. Immediately, he saw the incorrect name and address on the top two envelopes and let out a sigh. Typical. Nobody could do anything right, he thought to himself. Nobody cared anymore how anything was done. He was about to go inside and slump down on the couch to pout before dinner when he realized the man next door and a couple of children were coming out of the house. Checking the address on the envelopes again, he realized that Unit 23 could very well be the house on that side of him, and he went back down the steps.
"Excuse me!" he called out to his neighbor. He felt badly for not knowing the man's name, but he generally kept to himself, and unless people had high school aged kids, or played a musical instrument, or had initiated conversation with him about something themselves, he didn't really know one lake resident from the next. "Are you by any chance Nolan Robinson? I think I have your mail here."