My Defining Moments

Like many before me one of my most defining moments came from my high school days when I was still attempting to find a balance between getting good grades and maintaining a social life. During that time, I was just entering a period where I had dealt with bullying without standing up for myself in school. As a result, I entered high school somewhat embittered but also made it intentionally difficult for others to get close to me since many of the people I had once held close to me had turned on me closer towards the end. When I entered high school, I was also more self-aware of my own faults in middle school and tried to ensure that I didn’t end up in the same situation. That first year was crucial however since I met a few friends through
One day however, my friend decided to tell us all that she was tired of us always showing a preference for our other singer when we performed. I remember being slightly confused about this situation since we had asked both of them if they had any songs they wanted to perform for our next show and while our main singer had a few songs on hand my friend had told us that she not only didn’t have any new songs she really had a desire to perform she also wasn’t sure if she wanted to do so in the first place. We asked if she was sure, and she said that she was. But, low and behold no more than two days later I’m getting a text saying that there’s basically an implosion forming in the band due to this preference. The leader of our band wanted me to say something to our friend which basically amounted to me telling her to calm down and stop throwing a tantrum, now I did stupid things at the time and misread signals and emotions like any teenager but even I knew that would be the equivalent to throwing gasoline on the fire. But, the key mistake that I made was refusing to express my idea that we should all as soon as we could, the next day before school, to try and work this out or at least allow everyone to express their feelings so we could all know where we stood. As the situation progressed things took a bit more a serious turn as my friend said that she was going to see a psychiatrist since she said she couldn’t process her feelings on her own. We didn’t hear from her for about two days which began to concern me since I never wanted the situation to escalate to the point that it did and all I could think and hope was that whether she was okay and if there was anything I could’ve done to prevent this happening. She did eventually call us all together so we could end up having a discussion of how we had all ended up here. She listed her grievances to us