•people. of. color.
•pynch. lots and lots of pynch
•a sarchengsey brotp (i can’t even lie i don’t like them as an OT3, but brotp? absolutely)
•Jimi. Orla. Calla. Persephone. Maura. OPAL
•accurate representation of what a raging feminist Blue is
•gansey as everyone’s mom
•accurate portrayal of my poor sweet bby Noah
•PEOPLE. OF. COLOR.
•accurate representation of Blue’s vintage/thrifty/insane sense of style (honestly if i catch her in anything name brand i’ll scream)
•gansey’s terrible boat shoes and polos
•THE PIG (and all of it’s breakdowns)
•the murder squash song because WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE?
•PE OPL E OF COL O R
•Cheng’s amazing hair & ronan’s tattoo
England: What’s Alfred doing?
Russia: I think he’s tweeting.
America, standing in a tree: *AVIAN SCREAMING* CAW CAW! CAW CAW! CHIRP! CHIRP!
China: *pegs Alfred with a shoe* QUIET, YOU IMPERIALIST PIG!
France: I think you mean imperialist bird.
were there any specific clothing for children or did they wear the same outfits as adults? :0
Hi, thanks for the question! The Chinese-language Wikipedia article on “hanfu” has a section on children’s clothing, so I took the following information from there:
Children’s clothing was generally similar to that of adults. Cross-collar designs were favored, as they were considered gentle on children’s delicate skin. Children mostly wore outfits with separate tops and bottoms, such as shuhe(cross-collared top extending to the knees + tied trousers). They also wore banbi(half-sleeve jacket) by itself. Below: Song Dynasty child wearing shuhe (left), and Tang Dynasty child wearing banbi (right).
Full-body one-piece garments were worn as well, though not as often as two-piece garments. Below: children from the Song Dynasty (left) and Ming Dynasty (right).
Tang and Song Dynasty girls wore ruqun, and Ming Dynasty girls wore aoqun. Below left: Song Dynasty girl dressed in beizi (jacket) and ruqun, and wearing a guzi (headband). Below right: Ming Dynasty girls wearing aoqun.
Some young children would just wear underwear such as dudou, moxiong,liangdang, etc. Below: Song Dynasty children wearing dudou (left), and liangdang (right).
Children had headgear unique to them. Babies and young children often wore tiger-hats, because of the belief that the tiger’s power could protect them and make them strong. The fengmao (wind hat) was a hat with an extended back used to block wind. Children did wear some of the same headgear as adults, such as fujin. Below left: children wearing fujin (top) and fengmao (bottom). Below right: Ming Dynasty child dressed in a pifeng (Ming-style jacket) and wearing a tiger-hat.
Guzu was a headband/hat that was often decorated with tigers, flowers, etc. Below left: Ming Dynasty child wearing guzu and dressed in yuanlingshan(round-collar top). Below right: child wearing pifeng (Ming-style jacket).
Finally, young children often wore shoes with designs of animals, such as tiger-shoes and pig-shoes.
ok so yam's parents being huge on animal rescue and they have a house full of animals. dogs, cats, rodents, birds, fish, reptiles, they've got em all. every day when the two of them get home from school they get mauled by three dogs, a macaw, five ferrets, two cats, a goose, a monitor lizard, and a pig before they can even take their shoes off - potion seller (bonus: yamaguchi carries around sugar gliders in his pockets always and the birds all flock to tsukki like he's a living playground)
The pool, water and pump were about $6500 to replace.
The roof was about $7k. The neighbor used his brother in law to do the work while my father supervised.
The deck was just replacing the surface boards. My father liked the spacing to be tight. So the frame work didn’t suffer too much damage. About $1k for lumber.
My father used his old neighbor and my mother’s cousin to do the body work on the vehicles. I think it was about $3000 total for the vehicles.
The house painting was done by my neighbor’s company. My dad figured it took him $700 to $900 worth of paint and scaffold renting to do it himself. So the company would be a bit cheaper.
It was suggested by two people to post my story here. So, I’m sharing :)
The question asked was “Redditors who have had ‘neighbors from hell’, what happened?”
I took care of it. I was 14. My neighbors and I would always feud. I’d get in physical fights with all of their kids. They ranged from a juice pig failed out cop turned security at 21, a 16 year old drug abusing loser, a 14 year old know it all and a 12 year old who had a crush on my sister. They were all pigs. Always leaving trash to blow freely in their yard. Never taking their shoes in the house. Parking on our lawn. Shoveling their gravel filled snow in to our lawn. Etc.
I was smaller than the 12 year old by a few inches. So I was an easy target. I think the whole thing started over street hockey. I scored on the 14 year old brother and they said I cheated.
The 16 year old and 14 year old got a good idea in their head one day. Jump me while I was walking back home from uptown and make me eat grass while working on my kidneys. When I stood up, they threw me in to a rose bush. I ended up getting bit by a few wasps. I ended up at the hospital. Nothing too serious. Just a few scars. Had to have a thorn removed from my eye. Blah blah blah.
So I got in to their shed and removed the nut that holds the front tire to the bike. The 16 year old did a wheelie and nothing happened. The 14 year old jumped a ramp and the front wheel came off. He went to the hospital. I thought it was finished after that.
My parents had left with my sister to go to a hockey tournament. The neighbors thought I went with them. Their parents were also leaving for a week for vacation. The night their parents left for vacation, they threw food coloring, rocks, broken bottles, boxes of street chalk and bags of flour in to our pool. The oldest brother then drove them off somewhere for the week.
Instead of vandalizing my neighbor’s house in retaliation, I vandalized my own even more. I threw eggs, wet paper, and flour at my house and up on the roof. I threw hair spray soaked lunch meat on the truck, van and jeep. And I let the air out of all the tires. I made sure I did it all from angles that would be from their property for the majority of the attack. I used their shoes to muck through my mother’s garden to get to the driveway.
And then it rained. The flour turned to dough. The eggs rotted. The paper turned in to a glue. Then the sun baked it. It ended up creating a few thousand dollars worth of damage from what I did. The pool had to be drained and the pump and liner had to be replaced.
I waited until my parents got home. They called the police. The police took my statement. Then they waited for my neighbors to get home. We all had a sit down. There was no disputing the damage. I had pictures of them trashing the pool, throwing objects over the fence. My camera didn’t have a complete roll of film, so I couldn’t document the whole thing. What I did have though was enough to convince the police and the insurance company as well as the neighbors that their kids were completely guilty.
The neighbors agreed to pay for all the damage as long as we didn’t press charges. We got a new deck. New paint on the home (my father hand painted the cedar siding of a 2700 square foot home every 3 years until he decided to go maintenance free) and new shingles for the roof. The cars were repainted and the pool was repaired and refilled.
Two months later, the neighbors moved. I have no idea what happened to any of them.
Sansa applied a final coat of lip gloss before tossing her hair and sliding on her new pink sandals. She had given up the pig tails and ugly tennis shoes two years ago and did not miss either of them. With a quick yell to announce her departure, she dashed out of the house, bolting to the familiar cabin next door and knocked.
Jon’s mother opened the door, there was no sign of him behind her.
“Is Jon here?” Once, Sansa would have been bouncing with excitement to see her best friend after so long but that was back when she was just a little girl. Sansa stood still, patiently waiting for an answer.
“Oh, Sansa, I’m sorry. He drove into Last Hearth to pick up a few things for me. I’ll let him know you came by.” Her voice was apologetic.
Summoning her most confident smile, Sansa asked Mrs. Snow to tell him she came by. She turned away, crestfallen, to slowly return home. After waiting a couple hours, Sansa wandered down to the corner store by herself to get some ice cream, eating it on the lake side dock as they had in years past.
It was after dinner that night, as the Starks sat about the outside bonfire, that she saw Jon striding towards them. He greeted the rest of her family before taking a seat in the grass next to her.
He wrapped her in a quick embrace. “Hey San, sorry I missed you earlier today. My mom needed me to get a few things.”
Not wanting to show Jon she was hurt by his absence, Sansa flashed him her brightest smile. “It’s fine. We can hang out tomorrow, get some ice cream.”
“Sounds like fun.”
Suddenly remembering, Sansa grabbed his arm with so much excitement that Jon almost lost his balance. “This is the last summer the local drive-in theatre will be open here. You can drive now, would you want to go? My parents would let me if it was with you, I know they would.”
He looked away from her, not answering. A sense of misgiving began to grow. “I can’t,” he said awkwardly. “I met a…friend earlier today and I’m going out with her tomorrow night.”
“Oh. I hope you have fun, I’m sure she’s very nice.” Sansa’s stomach began to hurt. She had a horrible feeling this wasn’t the last time they would have this conversation.
The next week, Sansa watched her brother Robb and Jon through her bedroom window as they got into his car to go into town that night. Jon had introduced Robb to Ygritte’s friend Val a few days earlier and the four of them had been spending a greal deal of time together since. Yesterday, they had gone horseback riding and today, the four of them went inner tubing down Last River. Now, it was a double date. She had not been invited to any of it.
Sansa wanted to go visit the dock by herself but knew she would not be allowed out at night alone. Instead, she turned on her CD player and lazily thumbed through some of the fashion magazines she’d brought with until it was late enough to go to sleep. Her brother had not yet returned home.
A week later, Sansa could see the four of them together on the dock from the cabin’s backyard. Making a decision, she asked her mom’s permission to go see them.
Catelyn Stark hugged her, trying to provide some comfort. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’m not sure your brother would want you there, honey.”
Sansa ignored the sound of pity in her mother’s voice. “Jon’s my friend, he’ll be glad to see me.”
Feeling determined, she marched towards the dock, hearing the conversation and laughter even from a distance. They grew quiet as she approached. Sansa’s courage began to seep away.
Robb rolled his eyes. “Go away.”
Sansa looked at the two couples huddled together, facing her. Ygritte had a smirk on her face. Jon did not so much as glance in her direction, making a careful study of his shoes.
“Mom wanted me to tell you to make sure you lock the car doors before going to bed tonight.” It was the first lie she could think of.
She turned abruptly, fleeing away as quickly as she could. Safe in her room, Sansa opened her bedroom window to spy. As the night went on and the sky darkened, she quietly sat and watched them. Sansa knew she was losing her best friend. Once the cabin grew quiet and lights began to go out, she crawled out her bedroom window.
She felt dreadfully wicked as she snuck back towards the docks, Sansa had never done anything like this before. Walking as quietly as she could, Sansa spied Jon and Ygritte sitting together. It was dark out but the light above illuminated them enough so she could see they were kissing. Sansa was also pretty sure Jon had his hand up the other girl’s shirt.
Moving away before she was spotted, Sansa returned to her bedroom window and climbed back inside before crawling into bed. It was some time before she could fall asleep.
Two days later, Sansa hid in the hallway as her mom opened the screen door at Jon’s knock. She heard his muffled voice asking for her.
“I’m so sorry, Jon, Sansa isn’t feeling very well today. She asked me to keep any potential visitors away.”
She did not wait to hear the rest of the conversation, choosing to escape to her room instead. A minute later, her door opened and her mother entered.
Sansa fell into her mother’s arms as soon as she on the bed next to her. She could not stop the tears that came over her.
Catelyn began stroking her hair. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
“He was my friend and I don’t think he likes me much at all any more.” Her nose sniffled. Sansa had known this would eventually happen. Jon would not want to be her friend any more, especially when there were older girls he could kiss on.
“Jon’s a boy, they can be fickle. Look at Robb.”
That only made her crying worse. She didn’t know what to say, choosing to let her mom hold her until her eyes grew red and her voice hoarse.
The next day, Sansa had the idea of taking her younger brother Rickon for ice cream. As they sat together eating it, she could see Jon watching her from the window of his cabin. She pretended not to notice.
The summer passed and soon enough it was time for Sansa to return home to Winterfell. As she placed her suitcase outside to be packed up, she saw Jon approaching her.
“Can I talk to you?”
Looking about, she did not see anyone who could rescue her. She nodded. They walked together towards the water.
“What did you want to talk about?”
Jon rubbed the back of his neck. “We didn’t get to see each other very much this summer.”
Sansa wanted to tell him it was all his fault, she was not the one who had decided they were no longer friends. “We were both busy,” she said calmly.
“You’ll be back next year though, right?” Sansa thought he sounded hopeful but she did not let herself believe it.
“My family comes here every year, I don’t have much of a choice.” She gave him a stiff smile and held out her hand. Sansa hoped her meaning was clear, she did not want to hug him. “Good bye Jon. Maybe we will see each other next summer.”
He took her hand briefly before dropping it. “Bye, Sansa.”
She walked away, not looking back. Sansa tried to look as dignified as she could. She was fifteen now, not a little girl any longer.
The next summer, Jon saw the cabin next door come alive with activity. He saw Bran and Rickon run towards the lake, laughing together. He waited for Sansa to come over and get him as she always did, but Sansa did not show.
That evening, he saw the Starks have another one of their great fires in the back yard. A part of him wanted to go and join them as he had every previous year, but Sansa had not come over. Jon knew a hint when he saw it.
The next day, Jon wandered over to the Stark property when he spied Robb alone by their car.
“Oh, hey, Jon. Good to see you again,” Robb answered, suddenly noticing him.
His stomach twisted from nerves. “Is Sansa here? I didn’t see her when you guys arrived yesterday.”
Robb did not answer right away, giving him a look that Jon realized was pity. “She’s not here this summer. Sansa begged my mom to let her spend it with her friend Jeyne.”
“Oh.” His breath left him. “Not at all?”
“Nope, I don’t think so. Why do you care? The two of you barely even spoke last year and she’s just a little kid.”
Sansa wasn’t a little kid, she was his friend who had rescued him when he’d been a lonely boy so many summers ago. “If you talk to her, will you let her know I said hello.”
Robb put his sunglasses on, he had the same light blue eyes as Sansa. “Yeah, sure. I know I’m only a consolation prize but we should hang out this summer. This place is kinda boring, if you haven’t noticed.”
He grinned. “Not the worst consolation prize I’ve ever gotten.”
As the summer wore on, Jon missed Sansa terribly. A part of him suspected she was not there because of him. He was becoming great friends with Robb and it turned out they would likely be attending the same university after graduating from high school. But, Sansa was special. She was the one who had listened to him talk about his father and kept all his secrets.
The idea of coming back to Long Lake without Sansa there filled him with dread. A part of him wanted to tell his mother he was getting too old to come to a lakeside cabin every year but it was a family tradition now. The days and nights passed and the summer finally ended. Sansa never came.
Towards the end of season 7 Castiel took on the damage caused to Sam’s soul, which made him behave out of character - his avoidance tactic (”don’t like conflict”) involved a sort of naïve, childlike behavior and blurting out whatever apparently unconnected stuff flitted through that angelic mind of his.
Instead of fighting he says he’ll “watch the bees” and he collected honey by himself and he “showed up naked, covered in bees” when Dean called him.
(Fandom likes to latch on to stuff like that, even though it might only be mentioned once in the whole series; Cas and guinea pigs, Dean and panties, Sam and the tragedy of his lost shoe.)
They always said that when you touch your soulmate, their name appeared on your wrist, tattooed there forever to always remind you of your one true love.
Mabel dated countless boys when she was younger, and was more than dismayed to find that none of their names appeared on her wrist. By the time she was nineteen, she was sure there was nobody out there that was meant to be her soulmate. Could the universe really screw up this way, and forget about her completely? She didn’t even really date anymore, because to her it seemed basically hopeless now.
She didn’t even think about a name appearing on her wrist as a bold and loudly irritating blonde man stormed into the Mystery Shack on a cloudy May day.
“You!” He pointed at her, storming up to where she sat behind the gift shop’s front desk, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”
“Me?” Mabel looked left to right, “What did I do? Have we ever met before?”
“Save the song and dance! It’s me, Bill, remember all that Weirdmageddon stuff from–”
“Bill Cipher?!” Mabel nearly fell out of her chair, but he wasn’t giving her time to absorb that her once-fallen enemy was in front of her. He rolled his eyes and cut her off, promply shoving something into her arms. It took her a second to realize that he had just handed her Waddles, and she could only blink owlishly at him.
“This pig! He ruined my only pair of shoes and nearly got my bowtie! He should be happy I’m not making him into bacon right now!” Bill pointed at Waddles accusingly, and Mabel glared at him sharply.
“Hey, don’t point at Waddles! You deserved it! Who do you think you are, coming and complaining about your shoes, after what you did all those summers ago?!” she snapped, promply smacking his hand away.
The minute she did, they both felt an electric shock.
Bill blinked in surprise, a piece of hair (Why did he have hair? Why was he human??) falling in front of his eye. Mabel looked down at her hand, wondering if it was merely static in the air, before she saw it.
“Weird human version of Bill, show me your wrist,” Mabel whispered, eyes snapping up to his.
“What’s a wrist again?”
Mabel nearly dove across the desk, snatching his arm and bringing it over to where she could see it. She shoved up his sleeve, heart beating frantically fast and painfully slow at the same time, as she saw it.
Written on his wrist in her simple handwriting, was her name, ‘Mabel Pines.’ On hers, the writing style was matching, except it instead said ‘Bill Cipher.’
Bill leaned over, scowling as he caught sight of her name on his wrist. “Hey, why the heck did you write your–?”
“The Mystery Shack is closed!” Mabel basically yelled, grabbing Bill with more speed than she thought was possible and shoving him out of the gift shop.
“Fine! Just keep your pig away from me! And you owe me a pair of shoes!” Bill snapped through the door, and she listened as his footsteps got further and further away.
She slumped against the door and ran her hands through her hair. She had to figure out a way to fix this.
Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?- Anyone from Black sails. On your choice. Thanks!
Wow, this one stumped me! But I think I’ve got it. I hope Silverflint is okay. A bit long so more under the cut.
James twirled a lock of Silver’s hair around his index finger, breathing in the scent of soap and salt from the mop of black under his nose. Silver’s hand rested on his thigh. James could feel the warmth from it. Together they lay on the newly fashioned hammock in the cabin of The Walrus. It was larger than the crew’s hammocks and Silver had insisted James was the one to bring it on board.
“If I get caught smuggling such a luxurious item on board, I’ll…”
“Loose favor with the men, I I know.” James had rolled his eyes. “But if I get caught, they’ll think it typical.”
John had grinned at him under his mustache. “Exactly.”
Enjoy these little tips that might just help you through the wonderful hell we all know and love, band camp. :)
Stay hydrated. Gatorade, Powerade, water, other sports drinks.
If you plan on drinking Gatorade or Powerade, you might want to add some salt.
Start conditioning a couple weeks before band camp by not drinking sodas or other sugary drinks.
Eat a good, filling breakfast. And get a good night’s sleep.
Do not eat sugary cereals or pancakes and waffles. No syrup or butter!
Try to not consume too much dairy. It’ll give you a tummy ache out in the sun and exercising.
Eat toast, especially with peanut butter for protein to help you through the day.
Drink juice or drinks with electrolytes for breakfast.
You might want to stay away from eggs, they can make you sick.
Eat fruit and healthy cereals.
Wear sunglasses, but make sure they don’t keep sliding down your nose. That can get really annoying when marching.
Accept constructive criticism. Especially from those who are older than you, they have more experience.
If you think someone is just picking on you instead, you might want to tell your section leader or an adult.
Listen to your section leader. Build a relationship with them. They are the person taking care of you and your section after all.
Know your left from your right. Always.
Again, stay hydrated and wear sunscreen!
Pack good foods in your cooler for snacks during breaks. Fruits, peanut butter crackers, and even salty foods are great.
Bring hand sanitizer.
Dress for warm weather. Shorts, t-shirt, tank tops, etc.
Hats are also great to keep the sun off your face (but can make your head sweaty).
Bring a portable fan for breaks. It’s good to cool off for a second.
Chilly pads are gifts from God. USE THEM.
Try sitting under bleachers or tents for shade during breaks.
Don’t wear too many bracelets, it can get sweaty on your wrists, though a watch is good for keeping time.
If you have a question or need help, ask your section leader or an adult! It’s better to ask than to not.
Make friends with upperclassmen and underclassmen, as well as people your age. No matter how scary the seniors seem or how annoying the freshman are, your band is a family. Age shouldn’t be a barrier.
Friends can help you through the season, whether it’s with marching and practicing or just being there for you.
Keep your instrument clean and safe. You may even want to use a different one for just practices and another for performances if you feel like it.
Plastic trombones are great.
No matter how stupid you look, sombreros and straw hats can provide a lot of shade.
Leave your phone at wherever you have your stuff set up. There’s no reason to have a phone on the field/lot. Besides, everyone you’re going to text is on the field/lot with you! :)
Keep a parent or guardian on speed dial for emergency reasons.
Remember those health forms you had to turn in? Yeah, it’s a good idea to fill those out as much as possible in case there is an emergency.
If you feel sick or feel like you’re going to pass out, TELL SOMEONE. Friend, section leader, adult, band mom, or even just the person next to you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.
If you plan on staying on campus for lunch, pack a good one. Sandwiches, peanut butter crackers, grapes, fruits, even a salty snack. Good choices. No sodas!
If you plan on going off campus for lunch, don’t pig out and hopefully you’ll eat healthy.
Wear good shoes. No flip-flops! Chacos might not be the best choice either.
Don’t worry about make-up, ladies!
Always bring extra reeds.
And Ibuprofen, Advil, Tylenol, etc.
If you’re getting fitted for uniforms, don’t be too timid to tell them if something doesn’t feel right. Just because it might look good doesn’t mean it feels good. You don’t want to be marking time on your pants all season, and you surely want to be able to move your arms. Usually the uniform people will check that, but if it doesn’t feel right, TELL THEM.
Make sure you have a ride home. If your parents are at work or can’t pick you up, make arrangements with a friend, but ask for your parent’s permission and your friend’s parent’s permission first.
If you are driving to and fro band camp, stay safe! They don’t want to lose a valuable marcher (or marchers) mid-season.
Breaks and lunch is a good time to cram in any summer reading assignments you didn’t do! Just don’t let it distract you too much.
If you have to miss a day, tell your director ahead of time.
If you get sick and have to miss, tell your director before the day is over.
If you do get sick and don’t feel like making up those hours, come to band camp anyway and ask to sit in the air conditioning all day (concession stand, band room, wherever all the volunteers are set up). You’ll technically be counted there and not have to make up. ;)
Plan vacations and other trips accordingly. Missing band camp is a big deal and causes problems for the entire band. It’s hard to learn a show when there’s someone missing.
Try to attend every sectional if possible. You don’t want to miss any important information.
If you do miss a sectional, ask your section leader what they went over, whether it be announcements or a part in the music that you need to practice.
When the director is making announcements, be quiet and listen! (If someone gives you laps, just run them and get it over with.)
Be prepared for anything. If you feel the need to pack an extra shirt or pair of socks, go ahead. If you have contacts, you might want to bring some solution or a case. If you have glasses, bring an extra pair. Et cetera, et cetera.
Make sure your phone is charged in case there is a conflict with something or an emergency.
Don’t bring anything that is too valuable. You never know what might happen. It could get stolen or you could lose it.
If you do lose something, ask around to see if anyone’s seen it. Check in the band lost-and-found if your band has one.
Bring a reasonable amount of money in case you need to buy something from a snack machine, turn in fees, etc. But not too much!
Know the show like the back of your hand. Not just your dots, but everything else that’s going on too. Ask your section leader if you can look through the drill charts and get a feel for the entire band and field.
Practice, practice, practice! Know the music from memory so you can play it loud and proud! (Or soft, just depends on the dynamic marking.)
If you see someone off step, don’t be afraid to call left and right. It’s better to correct them than have them keep screwing up.
Adding to the above, if one person messes up, everyone around them does. So do your best! Do you know how hard it is to make a good looking curve when one person isn’t right?
Accept nothing but the best.
When spraying sunscreen, make sure your instrument is not within your spraying radius. Trust me, sunscreen-flavored reeds aren’t fun to play on.
Camelbak bladder backpacks are great for being out on the field/lot.
Always put on deodorant. Please.
Beach towels are nice to have if you’re practicing on the blacktop/lot. The pavement can absorb heat, and it burns your booty buns when sitting down.
If you are practicing on the blacktop/lot, your shoes might melt…
Always have house keys or have some hidden around the outside of your house in case no one’s home. You don’t want to be locked out after a long, tiring day of band camp.
Reuse old bottles by filling them up with water or Gatorade (from the big Gatorade bottles). This’ll help save the environment. ;)
Upperclassmen are really good people to get acquainted with. They can give you pointers and tips about your own band and the way of doing things or getting you familiar with everything/one.
Chin up, kid. Persevere.
Be nice to everyone. (I know it’s hard sometimes, but at least try.)
Build a good relationship with your band director(s). They’ll always be there for you.
Don’t chew gum while playing! My director doesn’t even allow it, instruments or not!
No matter how much you want to curl back up and go to sleep, you have to push through the day whether you like it or not. Again, persevere.
Watch the drum major.
If you can’t find the beat or keep getting off step, listen to the drumline. You can usually detect the basic pulse.
Watch out for guard flags. They hurt when they hit you, but just accept it as an awesome, legendary battle wound.
Don’t fall for the “Your plume’s on backwards” trick. Though it is fun to pull on people! Unless your plume can actually be backwards…
Ask your director if you can listen to a recording of the show music.
If you can get a download of a recording, put it on your iPod or phone so you can listen to it wherever. Know the show like the back of your hand.
Step out of your comfort zone. Don’t be afraid.
Never take anything for granted. From a gush-n-go/splash-n-dash, to a cloud offering some shade, to your last home game, to Senior Night, to the entire experience when you look back while walking across that graduation stage. The band is your family and you should always cherish them.
Have good posture. It looks sloppy if you don’t.
If your band has a Rookie Veteran program, be a part of it. Usually, rookies are forced to be in it, but if you’re eligible to be a veteran, definitely do it! These rookies are the future of your band program; the legacy you leave behind is what these guys are building from. It’s also great to get to know everyone, younger or older.
Never miss deadlines. If you have to turn in fees or forms by a certain date, turn it in on time.
Speaking of being on time, in the band world, early is on time, on time is late, and late is death. Always show up 10-15 minutes prior to call time, so make time for getting uniforms, instruments, etc.
Get involved. If your band is having a party or event, ask your friends to go to it with you.
That’s another part of never taking anything for granted. It’s going to be gone before you know it.
Keep your grades up.
You’re representing the band program in everything you do.
Set a good example for the underclassmen.
Don’t start drama during band camp (or at all really). It just carries on annoyingly through the beginning of the school year and the rest of the season.
When signing up for band buses, sign up with your friends. I know I’ve been stressing that you should make new friends, but if you try and don’t succeed, you’re left in this awkward situation for the entire season. But you should at least attempt!
Do stand dances and cheers. No matter how stupid you think you look, everyone else is looking stupid too. It’s FUN.
Make every note count.
Always step off on your left foot. This isn’t The Cadets. (And if it is, good luck!)
Eyes with pride.
Do you have any suggestions? Think of anything I may have missed? Feel free to send them to me! :)