Working with people older than me can be so hard today I had the perfect opportunity for an"East? I thought you said ‘weast’“ joke but I knew the guy I was talking to wouldn’t get it and I had to let it go
okay, so I finish up band camp on Monday, and ooh boy do I have some stories to share! lets get started:
okay, so there’s a part in our school’s cadence where we’re supposed to shout the name of our school, but we’re all terrible, so we’ve shouted some strange things, including Harambe, Avocado, Skins (after our rival school’s mascot, the redskins. terrible name, I know, but I can’t change it), North, Weast, and Pepe.
the entire low brass section went on strike. they chanted things like “Harambe died for our sins!” “[school’s name] is unfair! [band director’s name] is in there! standing at the concession! plotting our oppression!”
somebody played the Pokemon theme song every damn day at lunch.
a freshman refused to get in his set and an entire half of the field freaked out. apparently, he thought there was a bee. there was no bee. it was a dragonfly.
the trumpets dressed up as the cast of Jimmy Neutron.
the drum major ripped off his pope costume (don’t ask why he was dressed like the Pope. I don’t know) to reveal a sports bra and yoga pants. everyone lost it. I still haven’t stopped screaming.
the booty drop competition
the twerk off. the drum major kicked all of the guys’ asses
the color guard spent an hour listening to the guard instructor tell us hilarious stories while the band marched.