Author's Note: Yay! Another one! I love it... Band is so cool. If you agree, review! Right... Anyway, thanks for reading this, you all... Makes me feel loved. :)
NOTE: None of these are mine! They're all submitted by you guys since there were so many this time around! Thanks, guys!!
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Band Geekism - Part Four: All About You!
*submitted by SaxophoneForensicschic05*
It's having a techincal called for marching to long and not getting blamed for it (happened friday night)
It's coming up with your own society (the Spooners)
It's realizing that trumpets are crazy
It's missing first period to get critiqued by College Professers for marching festival
It's getting rides from your section leader
It's getting picked up by your section at 6:45 and getting to school at 6:51 when you live 12 minutes from school
It's the 7:00 AMs
It's 'Gettin Funky with James Brown'
It's laughing when you are doing horn moves in parde block
It's feeling sympathy for the asst. Drum Major who made fun of you your freshman year when you were in a knee imobleizer
It's not telling the opposing team off when you are marching to the last set of your song, because they are on the field warming up
It's running over the opposing team because they are in your way
*submitted by sax's rock*
It's pretending all your guy friends are your boyfriends (AN: glad to know that we're not the only band that does this!!)
It's making them "jealous" of each other
It's making said "boyfriends" jelous of a "boyfriend" in another band hehe
It's getting mad at them for "cheating" on you with their actual girlfriend
It's forgiving them when you realize your "cheating" too
It's water fights at band camp
It's seeing how many empty water bottles you can ballance on your friends (the record is 13)
It's watching the idiot drummer try to play chicken with the guy in the wheelchair, and loose
It's stripping down to boxers and undershirts in front of guys
It's guys stripping down to boxers in front of you
It's being able to say my boxers are better than yours
It's finding out that you and your friend have matching boxers
It's being embarased when your younger, non-band sibling acts like a total idiot infront of your band friends
It's competing against your friend from summer camp in a marching competetion
It's the bitter-sweet feeling when your band does better
It's becoming best friends with a senior, and making fun of all your ex-band friends who are stuck with freshmen
It's calling a fake attention in Burger King and seeing how many people actually do it
It's having contest to see who con get the best farmers tan during band camp
It's doing impressions of the director behind his back
It's figuring out the Mexican Hat Dance, then trying to teach everyone (unsuccessfully)
It's getting on caffine highs, and driving everyone else insane
It's crying when you dent your horn
It's denying it later
It's endless push-ups
It's making fun of the director wanna-be's
It's comforting your siblings when your friends accidently make them cry
It's comforting your friends because they feel bad about it and it really was an accident
It's feeling so much better when they get over it
It's moving peoples cars out of the parking lot, which happens to be the practice field
It's laughing when they get out side and find their car 20 feet further away and in the grass
*submitted by VejitaLuver69*
It's playing "Honey if you love me" and making one of your drum majors strip down to his boxers in the back of the bus on the way home form a game
It's having to deal with an annoying guard sponser that appears to be out for you the minute you meet her and doesn't want you to have fun
It's getting mad when that sponser makes you cry after you told everyone that she would NOT make you cry
It's relizing that the same sponser really doesn't know what she's doing and that she's trying her best to make people pay attention to the guard
It's helping her relize that she really loves the guard
It's denying that you could ever like a certain drum major,...and actually believing it
It's having a birthday party for a girl on the guard and having everyone there except for the birthday girls' boyfriend being in band or guard
It's becoming giddy over the fact that that certain drum major spent the whole night with you at your friends birthday party
It's dealing with the guard people at your new school that feel threatened by you and seem to despise you
It's the beauty of becoming really good friends with those people after they get to know you
It's plain out PRIDE!
It's having everyone freak owhen you accidally give yourself a cuncussion with your flag or rifle
It's then having everyone laugh with you at how stupid you were to have done that to yourself
It's the re-assurance that even if your friends aren't around, there will ALWAYS be someone there with a shoulder to cry on
It's knowing that even if your life gets turned upside down and everything goes askew, there will be a constant in your life for at LEAST 4 years
*submitted by Gia Black* (AN: GO NHS BAND GEEKS!!!)
It's yelling "EW They're TOUCHING!" when you see "Band PDA" (AN: cough cough..lol)
It's smirking when they're yelling at you
It's cramming 10 people in your Cavalier, with someone's legs hanging out the window
It's waving at the opposing football team when you pass them with someone's legs hanging out your window
It's having the Bass Drum player in your trunk
It's feeling weird because you have the same kind of car as your drum major (AN: go Cavaliers! haha)
It's practicing the field show being "stuck up" by the guy who stole the guard rifle
It's sitting on the bass drum having a pow wow
It's doing this while waiting for the director to decide if we're practicing inside or outside
*submitted by DaTuuuba04* (AN: whoa nelly, there's a lot!)
It's wearing a beret like it's the coolest thing since sliced bread, but secretly envying everyone else who gets to wear the new plumes.
It's being the only one in the entire band getting down with your bad self during drumline stands-tunes.
It's about getting your best friend to get down with her bad self, too.
It's about switching from flute to sousaphone to even out the instrumentation, then after your first day of physical therapy, not caring about the band's instrumentation and wanting your flute back.
It's Mosquito Field.
It's playing the school song faster than the cheerleaders and poms can dance it.
It's trying not to laugh while said cheerleaders and poms kick each other in the face because they're all on different tempos.
It's noticing that the drum major blinks in time while he's conducting.
It's AAron Puckett.
It's realizing that certain people look like bunnies when they conduct.
It's the Jazz Band jokes.
It's spending the first day of Jazz Band learning to kill flies with your bare hands, then sacrificing their carcasses to the middle of the room.
It's all about the Abuhqwa.
It's being dismissed and yelling "Ho!" while you run inside.
It's making the freshman carry your sousaphone.
It's getting to be a section leader just so you can step out of ranks to "check" everyone else.
It's tripping the drum major as she runs by trying to straighten your lines.
It's playing the national anthem in echo form with 150 middle schoolers, even though there's only one conductor.
It's calling the director's newborn "Baby D"
It's about failing band if you don't think said newborn is the cutest baby ever.
It's about making announcements when you need to use the bathroom.
It's jazz band playing too loud for the mixed choir kids next door to concentrate.
It's making up dirty limericks.
It's honor band auditions.
It's knowing that band is /so/ much cooler than choir.
It's knowing half the band kids are choir kids, too.
It's being at school at 4 on a Saturday morning to drive three hours to a competition where nobody wins.
It's getting 5th place out of 4.
It's forming another school's letters when they win first place and your band gets 5th out of 4...
It's about changing the cheerleader's cheers to something completely different, and having them think you're just cheering along.
It's senior night, 2004.
It's the seniors doing the Time Warp at their last performance on the field.
It's getting better from year to year.
It's losing 7 seniors, but gaining 25 freshmen.
It's boasting that "/My/ boyfriend can improv better than /your/ boyfriend.."
It's going to prom with a group of band geeks.
It's the whole band wearing black polos on the day of a performance.
It's garbage consequences.
It's bad-mouthing the pit because they practice inside while you're marching in ungodly heat or rain.
It's band camp on Mosquito Field.
It's jam sessions during study hall.
It's going to the rival's homecoming game with a pep band for your school, and playing in the visitor's bleachers each time your team scores.
It's running from bowling practice to a basketball pep band game in the middle of winter.
It's the band camp lock-in.
It's school pride.
It's owning the freshmen.
It's funfests and town parades.
It's screwing up during your first performance.
It's squeezing into your best friend's size 7 shoes because you left your size 10s at home.
It's loving your best friend for squeezing into size 5s so you don't have to, and giving you her size 7s.
It's forgetting your white gloves.
It's remembering your black socks...are still in your drawer at home.
It's kick off chords.
It's freezing your butt off at the Homecoming game, but loving it anyway.
It's being sore at the Homecoming Dance because you worked so hard at the game last night...
It's not being able to talk for the weekend after a game because you were cheering so loud.
It's sore feet and hurt knees.
It's the first chair clarinet dating the first chair trumpet.
It's asking for favors...and not getting them.
It's asking for favors...and getting them in the practice room.
It's laughing so hard you cry.
It's crying so hard that people laugh at you.
It's unwritten rule number 6..."Don't fart in your uniform."
It's the Rosses.
It's the "Go to Hell" dance.
It's about shouting SPAM at the end of your cadence.
It's about comments from old ladies during parades. "My god, look at the sideburns on that snare drummer!"
It's about not cutting your hair all season.
It's about trying out for drum major, not getting it, and having people tell you at the end of the season that it should've been you.
It's not having a life.
It's working in the music library, but never getting anything done.
It's Wednesday night practices.
It's the entire band missing school the day after a parade because they've all got sun sickness.
It's having a mosquito stuck inside the sleeve of your uniform and getting 6 bites before you manage to squash it.
It's being stung by a bee at the position of attention and not moving at all.
It's honor.
It's being proud of what you do.
It's lifting your toes and rolling your heels.
It's marching backwards on your heels, and creating a six flute pile up when you fall.
It's 22.5 inch steps /everywhere/ you go.
It's transposing the school song for a pipe organ.
It's playing Happy Birthday in harmony.
It's knowing that even though you hate it now, band camp is the best week of your life.
It's discipline and breaking the rules.
It's making fun of the first chair piccolo because she's never in tune.
It's crying when you can't march in the Homecoming show because you were at a funeral during school that day.
It's dating a band geek, and being proud.
It's Solo and Ensemble Contest.
It's seeing your director cry because you won a First Place rating at a competition.
It's getting goosebumps during the last note of the last concert.
It's crying at graduation as the senior band kids walk by.
It's vamping to fade...
It's the only pit that doens't stink. Except that they do. Bad.
It's The Land of 10 Dances becoming The Land of 10 Bloody, Painful Deaths.
It's /all/ about Hey, Baby!
It's cramming for the ACT while on the bus to a competition.
It's the busride home from competitions.
It's the tenor sax player mooning you from the other bus.
It's seeing more of someone that you ever needed to see.
It's getting /way/ too personal.
It's hugs, not drugs.
It's walking around saying people do things "Like a Bilbo Baggins."
It's giving the finger and saying, "Hey buddy"
It's dying of heat stroke and pneumonia in the same month.
It's fundraising carwashes.
It's sweeping the band categories in two parades in a season.
It's being invited to go to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade in NYC, but not going because it's Thanksgiving.
It's being invited to the St. Patrick's Day parade in NYC, but not going because it's the same weekend as the spring musical.
It's jumping up and down when you win, and jumping up and down when another band does better.
It's /not/ getting run over by the football players as soon as you're done playing pregame.
It's saying "wicky wicky wicky" as part of the cadence.
It's half the band doing vocals.
It's trumpet angles and flutes being parallel to the ground.
It's the Halftime Horror Picture Show!
It's laughing evilly, and nobody looking at you funny.
It's losing your mind, then fitting in.
It's being the only girl tuba player in the district.
It's being the only girl tuba player in the district and getting first chair tuba in honor band.
It's flirting with the hot guys in the other band, because all the guys in your band are...nerds.
It's not knowing the words to the school song.
It's remember music from a concert three years ago.
It's roll-stepping through the cafeteria so you don't spill your soup.
It's the neon green on the insides of your Drillmasters.
It's taking black socks out of the lost and found box when you forgot yours.
It's taking naps in the big instrument lockers.
It's pizza parties before home games.
It's dropping your lyre on the field and sending the drum major scurrying to find it before the football players take over the field.
It's making fun of the cheerleaders because they can't keep the beat.
It's too much adrenaline.
It's marhcing a parade twice because you're in Marylin's, too.
It's band moms squirting your mouth with water during parades when you open it for them.
It's yelling "LEFT, LEFT, LEFT" so the freshman in front of you gets in step with everyone else.
It's knowing that Caribou Coffee is /way/ better than Starbuck's.
It's knowing you're a band nerd, and loving every second.
*submitted by Severus's little girl*
I'ts marching in your slippers and finding it easy until you get a rock in there
It's trying to teach your friends your instrument
It's playing your friends clairnet at 2 in the morning
*submitted by BassClarinetSweetie*
It's doing shake your booty to the drum majors and secretly enjoying watching the gorgeous soph. dm shake his *cough chad cough*
It's crying as your old director and mentor retires and laughing with your new one.
It's realizing that drumline and trumpets have the hottest guys
It's skipping Homecoming because you'd rather be at Carrollton Band Day.
It's screaming with joy when you're sure your drumline finally beat North, then screaming in agony when they beat you at Carrollton AGAIN!
It's plotting the death of every member of Odessa's band for stopping you from retiring the Grand Champion trophy at Carrollton.
It's not changing your mind when you stop crying.
It's storming the field at Carrollton when you win said trophy the next year. (Go LSHS!)
It's seeing the (built) battery leader shirtless TWICE and bragging about it to your orch. friends.
It's crying when said battery leader graduates.
It's cramming 175 people onto 4 busses when you're used to 6, due to "budget cuts" GR
It's being stuck on the guard bus when you want to be on the drumline bus.
It's getting home at 12:30 AM instead of midnight because the driver took a wrong turn...or six.
It's having every day a great day to be a Tiger!
It's being amazed when you see bands that are 50 or les people.
It's laughing when said bands are amazed to see you (175 members strong!)
It's laughing when asked "Are you the ones with the tye-dye drumline?" and answering yes.
NOTE: None of these are mine! They're all submitted by you guys since there were so many this time around! Thanks, guys!!
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Band Geekism - Part Four: All About You!
*submitted by SaxophoneForensicschic05*
It's having a techincal called for marching to long and not getting blamed for it (happened friday night)
It's coming up with your own society (the Spooners)
It's realizing that trumpets are crazy
It's missing first period to get critiqued by College Professers for marching festival
It's getting rides from your section leader
It's getting picked up by your section at 6:45 and getting to school at 6:51 when you live 12 minutes from school
It's the 7:00 AMs
It's 'Gettin Funky with James Brown'
It's laughing when you are doing horn moves in parde block
It's feeling sympathy for the asst. Drum Major who made fun of you your freshman year when you were in a knee imobleizer
It's not telling the opposing team off when you are marching to the last set of your song, because they are on the field warming up
It's running over the opposing team because they are in your way
*submitted by sax's rock*
It's pretending all your guy friends are your boyfriends (AN: glad to know that we're not the only band that does this!!)
It's making them "jealous" of each other
It's making said "boyfriends" jelous of a "boyfriend" in another band hehe
It's getting mad at them for "cheating" on you with their actual girlfriend
It's forgiving them when you realize your "cheating" too
It's water fights at band camp
It's seeing how many empty water bottles you can ballance on your friends (the record is 13)
It's watching the idiot drummer try to play chicken with the guy in the wheelchair, and loose
It's stripping down to boxers and undershirts in front of guys
It's guys stripping down to boxers in front of you
It's being able to say my boxers are better than yours
It's finding out that you and your friend have matching boxers
It's being embarased when your younger, non-band sibling acts like a total idiot infront of your band friends
It's competing against your friend from summer camp in a marching competetion
It's the bitter-sweet feeling when your band does better
It's becoming best friends with a senior, and making fun of all your ex-band friends who are stuck with freshmen
It's calling a fake attention in Burger King and seeing how many people actually do it
It's having contest to see who con get the best farmers tan during band camp
It's doing impressions of the director behind his back
It's figuring out the Mexican Hat Dance, then trying to teach everyone (unsuccessfully)
It's getting on caffine highs, and driving everyone else insane
It's crying when you dent your horn
It's denying it later
It's endless push-ups
It's making fun of the director wanna-be's
It's comforting your siblings when your friends accidently make them cry
It's comforting your friends because they feel bad about it and it really was an accident
It's feeling so much better when they get over it
It's moving peoples cars out of the parking lot, which happens to be the practice field
It's laughing when they get out side and find their car 20 feet further away and in the grass
*submitted by VejitaLuver69*
It's playing "Honey if you love me" and making one of your drum majors strip down to his boxers in the back of the bus on the way home form a game
It's having to deal with an annoying guard sponser that appears to be out for you the minute you meet her and doesn't want you to have fun
It's getting mad when that sponser makes you cry after you told everyone that she would NOT make you cry
It's relizing that the same sponser really doesn't know what she's doing and that she's trying her best to make people pay attention to the guard
It's helping her relize that she really loves the guard
It's denying that you could ever like a certain drum major,...and actually believing it
It's having a birthday party for a girl on the guard and having everyone there except for the birthday girls' boyfriend being in band or guard
It's becoming giddy over the fact that that certain drum major spent the whole night with you at your friends birthday party
It's dealing with the guard people at your new school that feel threatened by you and seem to despise you
It's the beauty of becoming really good friends with those people after they get to know you
It's plain out PRIDE!
It's having everyone freak owhen you accidally give yourself a cuncussion with your flag or rifle
It's then having everyone laugh with you at how stupid you were to have done that to yourself
It's the re-assurance that even if your friends aren't around, there will ALWAYS be someone there with a shoulder to cry on
It's knowing that even if your life gets turned upside down and everything goes askew, there will be a constant in your life for at LEAST 4 years
*submitted by Gia Black* (AN: GO NHS BAND GEEKS!!!)
It's yelling "EW They're TOUCHING!" when you see "Band PDA" (AN: cough cough..lol)
It's smirking when they're yelling at you
It's cramming 10 people in your Cavalier, with someone's legs hanging out the window
It's waving at the opposing football team when you pass them with someone's legs hanging out your window
It's having the Bass Drum player in your trunk
It's feeling weird because you have the same kind of car as your drum major (AN: go Cavaliers! haha)
It's practicing the field show being "stuck up" by the guy who stole the guard rifle
It's sitting on the bass drum having a pow wow
It's doing this while waiting for the director to decide if we're practicing inside or outside
*submitted by DaTuuuba04* (AN: whoa nelly, there's a lot!)
It's wearing a beret like it's the coolest thing since sliced bread, but secretly envying everyone else who gets to wear the new plumes.
It's being the only one in the entire band getting down with your bad self during drumline stands-tunes.
It's about getting your best friend to get down with her bad self, too.
It's about switching from flute to sousaphone to even out the instrumentation, then after your first day of physical therapy, not caring about the band's instrumentation and wanting your flute back.
It's Mosquito Field.
It's playing the school song faster than the cheerleaders and poms can dance it.
It's trying not to laugh while said cheerleaders and poms kick each other in the face because they're all on different tempos.
It's noticing that the drum major blinks in time while he's conducting.
It's AAron Puckett.
It's realizing that certain people look like bunnies when they conduct.
It's the Jazz Band jokes.
It's spending the first day of Jazz Band learning to kill flies with your bare hands, then sacrificing their carcasses to the middle of the room.
It's all about the Abuhqwa.
It's being dismissed and yelling "Ho!" while you run inside.
It's making the freshman carry your sousaphone.
It's getting to be a section leader just so you can step out of ranks to "check" everyone else.
It's tripping the drum major as she runs by trying to straighten your lines.
It's playing the national anthem in echo form with 150 middle schoolers, even though there's only one conductor.
It's calling the director's newborn "Baby D"
It's about failing band if you don't think said newborn is the cutest baby ever.
It's about making announcements when you need to use the bathroom.
It's jazz band playing too loud for the mixed choir kids next door to concentrate.
It's making up dirty limericks.
It's honor band auditions.
It's knowing that band is /so/ much cooler than choir.
It's knowing half the band kids are choir kids, too.
It's being at school at 4 on a Saturday morning to drive three hours to a competition where nobody wins.
It's getting 5th place out of 4.
It's forming another school's letters when they win first place and your band gets 5th out of 4...
It's about changing the cheerleader's cheers to something completely different, and having them think you're just cheering along.
It's senior night, 2004.
It's the seniors doing the Time Warp at their last performance on the field.
It's getting better from year to year.
It's losing 7 seniors, but gaining 25 freshmen.
It's boasting that "/My/ boyfriend can improv better than /your/ boyfriend.."
It's going to prom with a group of band geeks.
It's the whole band wearing black polos on the day of a performance.
It's garbage consequences.
It's bad-mouthing the pit because they practice inside while you're marching in ungodly heat or rain.
It's band camp on Mosquito Field.
It's jam sessions during study hall.
It's going to the rival's homecoming game with a pep band for your school, and playing in the visitor's bleachers each time your team scores.
It's running from bowling practice to a basketball pep band game in the middle of winter.
It's the band camp lock-in.
It's school pride.
It's owning the freshmen.
It's funfests and town parades.
It's screwing up during your first performance.
It's squeezing into your best friend's size 7 shoes because you left your size 10s at home.
It's loving your best friend for squeezing into size 5s so you don't have to, and giving you her size 7s.
It's forgetting your white gloves.
It's remembering your black socks...are still in your drawer at home.
It's kick off chords.
It's freezing your butt off at the Homecoming game, but loving it anyway.
It's being sore at the Homecoming Dance because you worked so hard at the game last night...
It's not being able to talk for the weekend after a game because you were cheering so loud.
It's sore feet and hurt knees.
It's the first chair clarinet dating the first chair trumpet.
It's asking for favors...and not getting them.
It's asking for favors...and getting them in the practice room.
It's laughing so hard you cry.
It's crying so hard that people laugh at you.
It's unwritten rule number 6..."Don't fart in your uniform."
It's the Rosses.
It's the "Go to Hell" dance.
It's about shouting SPAM at the end of your cadence.
It's about comments from old ladies during parades. "My god, look at the sideburns on that snare drummer!"
It's about not cutting your hair all season.
It's about trying out for drum major, not getting it, and having people tell you at the end of the season that it should've been you.
It's not having a life.
It's working in the music library, but never getting anything done.
It's Wednesday night practices.
It's the entire band missing school the day after a parade because they've all got sun sickness.
It's having a mosquito stuck inside the sleeve of your uniform and getting 6 bites before you manage to squash it.
It's being stung by a bee at the position of attention and not moving at all.
It's honor.
It's being proud of what you do.
It's lifting your toes and rolling your heels.
It's marching backwards on your heels, and creating a six flute pile up when you fall.
It's 22.5 inch steps /everywhere/ you go.
It's transposing the school song for a pipe organ.
It's playing Happy Birthday in harmony.
It's knowing that even though you hate it now, band camp is the best week of your life.
It's discipline and breaking the rules.
It's making fun of the first chair piccolo because she's never in tune.
It's crying when you can't march in the Homecoming show because you were at a funeral during school that day.
It's dating a band geek, and being proud.
It's Solo and Ensemble Contest.
It's seeing your director cry because you won a First Place rating at a competition.
It's getting goosebumps during the last note of the last concert.
It's crying at graduation as the senior band kids walk by.
It's vamping to fade...
It's the only pit that doens't stink. Except that they do. Bad.
It's The Land of 10 Dances becoming The Land of 10 Bloody, Painful Deaths.
It's /all/ about Hey, Baby!
It's cramming for the ACT while on the bus to a competition.
It's the busride home from competitions.
It's the tenor sax player mooning you from the other bus.
It's seeing more of someone that you ever needed to see.
It's getting /way/ too personal.
It's hugs, not drugs.
It's walking around saying people do things "Like a Bilbo Baggins."
It's giving the finger and saying, "Hey buddy"
It's dying of heat stroke and pneumonia in the same month.
It's fundraising carwashes.
It's sweeping the band categories in two parades in a season.
It's being invited to go to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade in NYC, but not going because it's Thanksgiving.
It's being invited to the St. Patrick's Day parade in NYC, but not going because it's the same weekend as the spring musical.
It's jumping up and down when you win, and jumping up and down when another band does better.
It's /not/ getting run over by the football players as soon as you're done playing pregame.
It's saying "wicky wicky wicky" as part of the cadence.
It's half the band doing vocals.
It's trumpet angles and flutes being parallel to the ground.
It's the Halftime Horror Picture Show!
It's laughing evilly, and nobody looking at you funny.
It's losing your mind, then fitting in.
It's being the only girl tuba player in the district.
It's being the only girl tuba player in the district and getting first chair tuba in honor band.
It's flirting with the hot guys in the other band, because all the guys in your band are...nerds.
It's not knowing the words to the school song.
It's remember music from a concert three years ago.
It's roll-stepping through the cafeteria so you don't spill your soup.
It's the neon green on the insides of your Drillmasters.
It's taking black socks out of the lost and found box when you forgot yours.
It's taking naps in the big instrument lockers.
It's pizza parties before home games.
It's dropping your lyre on the field and sending the drum major scurrying to find it before the football players take over the field.
It's making fun of the cheerleaders because they can't keep the beat.
It's too much adrenaline.
It's marhcing a parade twice because you're in Marylin's, too.
It's band moms squirting your mouth with water during parades when you open it for them.
It's yelling "LEFT, LEFT, LEFT" so the freshman in front of you gets in step with everyone else.
It's knowing that Caribou Coffee is /way/ better than Starbuck's.
It's knowing you're a band nerd, and loving every second.
*submitted by Severus's little girl*
I'ts marching in your slippers and finding it easy until you get a rock in there
It's trying to teach your friends your instrument
It's playing your friends clairnet at 2 in the morning
*submitted by BassClarinetSweetie*
It's doing shake your booty to the drum majors and secretly enjoying watching the gorgeous soph. dm shake his *cough chad cough*
It's crying as your old director and mentor retires and laughing with your new one.
It's realizing that drumline and trumpets have the hottest guys
It's skipping Homecoming because you'd rather be at Carrollton Band Day.
It's screaming with joy when you're sure your drumline finally beat North, then screaming in agony when they beat you at Carrollton AGAIN!
It's plotting the death of every member of Odessa's band for stopping you from retiring the Grand Champion trophy at Carrollton.
It's not changing your mind when you stop crying.
It's storming the field at Carrollton when you win said trophy the next year. (Go LSHS!)
It's seeing the (built) battery leader shirtless TWICE and bragging about it to your orch. friends.
It's crying when said battery leader graduates.
It's cramming 175 people onto 4 busses when you're used to 6, due to "budget cuts" GR
It's being stuck on the guard bus when you want to be on the drumline bus.
It's getting home at 12:30 AM instead of midnight because the driver took a wrong turn...or six.
It's having every day a great day to be a Tiger!
It's being amazed when you see bands that are 50 or les people.
It's laughing when said bands are amazed to see you (175 members strong!)
It's laughing when asked "Are you the ones with the tye-dye drumline?" and answering yes.