These are the days...
We will remember.
The nights where band was so cold, the boogers in my nose were frozen. And my toes were so cold that I could barely feel them when I wiggle them. Or when mr. allen is screaming at the top of his lungs in our faces and we still can't gait a line. Or maybe when you're so thirsty at waterbreak and they have is freezing cold water and you get cramps from it because you drink it entirely to fast. Then you watch the instructors drink a cappincino and you just cringe. Then you march around the track and play rhythm is gonna get you a bazillion times, marching. . . backwards. But I love band, so it's ok.
I had a scarf, so I was ok.
Good night.