That's the name it slowly adapted around my house through the rough 5 months we had with Memorial Hall. There were ups and downs. There were a couple more arguments in the Heitschmidt household then normally, but that's what you get when your family of 4 decides to run a 2,300 seat concert hall.
I believe my dad wrote a article on how he felt about this situation, but my brother and I haven't really got to tell our story. My 10 year old brother, Chance, and I have always been raised to give it everything we have when we commit to something. No matter what it was, if we had decided to do it, we did it at 110%. That's just the way it's always been. So we figured, our dad committed to this, he's family, this is our deal, too. Don't get me wrong, running the hall had it's major disadvantages, but there were some fun times also.
Well, it's been awhile since I wrote an article...and the other day, something started to bother me. I walked into the bathroom at Hastings, (this isn't going where you think it is) and I looked inside the stall. All over the walls were inappropriate, nasty, and rude things. It made me gasp at some of the things that people had written.
A couple of days ago, on Oprah, there was a show about the extremes that bullying can lead to. It was a pretty heart-felt and emotional show. Oprah discussed what bullying could do lead kids to do, or think. There was two mothers on the show, who had lost their sons to suicide, from bullying. The boys were called mean and nasty names. The boys had come home and told their parents about it several times. The parents would talk to the schools about it, but that didn't mean that it was going to change.
I'm not the type of girl that likes to hurt another person's feelings, but me and my friends do enjoy to joke around.
