you never call me
Holy crap guys, band is over forever.
I'll never hear "have the best time of your life, ...so far." again. I'll never stand through another agonizing Elam warm-up. I'll never hear "you've got some fwananana..." or "STRAIGHT LEGS!" or "PLEASE, doubt me!" or any other ridiculous director sayings again. I'll never sweat excessively in my formal. I'll never wear the awkward summer dress shorts that decided my waist was right beneath my boobs. I'll never go through inspection. I'll never sleep on a charter bus floor, despite the smell and the part where everyone steps on you. I'll never be forced to watch a shitty action movie because there's always more boys than girls on the brass busses. I'll never bite a dent in my lip during mass bands. I'll never hear "we're all winners in life! GO FOR IT, BREAK RANKS!" I'll never have to carry a uniform, instrument, pillow, water bottle, box lunch, hat box, and carry on bag in one trip. I'll never have to polish a mellophone. In fact, I'll never have to hold a mello. I'll never be dressed exactly the same as 250 other people.
Damn.
....well....assuming I don't do marching in college. Which, by the way, I'm accepted to UT...awaiting answers from University of Washington and Notre Dame.
So starts the rest of my life. So starts free time. And Chicago! Senior year is almost halfway over...
I'll never hear "have the best time of your life, ...so far." again. I'll never stand through another agonizing Elam warm-up. I'll never hear "you've got some fwananana..." or "STRAIGHT LEGS!" or "PLEASE, doubt me!" or any other ridiculous director sayings again. I'll never sweat excessively in my formal. I'll never wear the awkward summer dress shorts that decided my waist was right beneath my boobs. I'll never go through inspection. I'll never sleep on a charter bus floor, despite the smell and the part where everyone steps on you. I'll never be forced to watch a shitty action movie because there's always more boys than girls on the brass busses. I'll never bite a dent in my lip during mass bands. I'll never hear "we're all winners in life! GO FOR IT, BREAK RANKS!" I'll never have to carry a uniform, instrument, pillow, water bottle, box lunch, hat box, and carry on bag in one trip. I'll never have to polish a mellophone. In fact, I'll never have to hold a mello. I'll never be dressed exactly the same as 250 other people.
Damn.
....well....assuming I don't do marching in college. Which, by the way, I'm accepted to UT...awaiting answers from University of Washington and Notre Dame.
So starts the rest of my life. So starts free time. And Chicago! Senior year is almost halfway over...