Gilbert
This post is one that I found in my drafts section. It's an oldie but goodie. My First High School Crush There would be a few of them, but Gilbert was my first. He played the clarinet in the High School Band. I played the clarinet in the High School Band and we hit it off swimmingly. The first week of August was band camp- a hot, long, deathly torture of a week where we marched our positions in our field show over and over again in the hot desert heat. I got heat stroke and almost passed out a few times in the desert of California. It was during that week, that hell week for band-os that I began to know the boy who would be my best friend that year. He was Philipino- new and different- not like the white Mormon boys I had known before. He was Catholic and we had great gospel conversations in crowded band buses on the way to competitions. Everyone knew I liked him, was head over heels for him and yet, we never talked about it. Winter came and marching band transformed t...