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Henry
Issue 6 of “Hopeless Henry”
By Alice Bennet
Taken from the University Gazette
My freshman year moved into sophomore. With the dawn of a new semester, I was determined to get my s**t together.
So I followed Rush’s advice; I put everything I had into learning the tuba. My talent grew to the point that when I’d earned enough money to buy a new instrument, I found myself wandering toward the tuba section instead of the trumpets when I entered the music store.
I’d lost my taste for trumpets, I guess. Since the ordeal with Reuben, I didn’t want to play anything he played. Hell, I didn’t really even want to be in the same marching band as him, much less the same brass section. But I’d become fond of my tuba, so I decided to put up with that bit of distance.
I also set myself up w
