Lately I've been really off about people talking to me. asking me about band. I feel like I told people why I left a billion times, I've even told the same people over and over that I wasn't and still I'm asked: Hey Kit, why'd you leave band?

And yeah, Kit the percussionist misses the thrills of ice cold nights in the middle of nowhere after playing at competitions, but Kitten the artist wishes it would simply disappear, the memories, all of it. I love it when they say they miss me, the flattery is enough for days but part of me feels it's wrong for me even enjoying it and that maybe I should do the safe thing and just go back, but I know I'd be punching myself in the face next year right about now for wasting a credit hour, and I don't even necessarily want to go back. But it would have been nice to be Kit, first chair percussionist. Kit, the section leader.

But now I get to be Kit, the girl that designed the front cover of the homecoming ticket for 2013, and that's a start to something new, right?