"A tangled web we weave."
With our band director and a good portion of the band having gone on the trip to Atlanta, the rest of the kids left behind (Tracie, me, and the a majority of the seniors) have been left with a substitute.
God bless the benevolent Mr. Bianchi's heart. He's really nice although cripple and only mobile with restrictions. But he pretty much left us to our own devices and what ensues is a case of "organized chaos".
Granted, it's nothing nearly as bad as it has been in previous years, but the pranks ran rampant like the bubonic plague through Europe.
The Yarn Maze Story
Tracie is undoubtedly the criminal mastermind of this story, although it was a combined effort of planning and engineering. I don't know where she got it from, but she produced a large roll of blue yarn and brought it to the band room. With it and the help of Ben and Brian, Tracie and I made a gigantic yarn maze in the brass locker room during our free period (where no band kids could interrupt us, as most of them were younger and in their respective classes) by stringing the yarn from opposite sides of the room in numerous zigzag patterns. For four people, the gigantic work took a little under an hour as we zigged and zagged the yarn from each corner, side, and crevice of the locker room making it impossible for any to get to their lockers without having to contort their bodies crookedly.
It was Tracie's idea to make a "trip wire" that ran right in front of the door of the locker room where you enter, a trip wire that most people didn't see. And some of the yarn was very taught, making it easy to get tangled in and/or slice your neck on and bleed to death.
Presentation is everything, so before the bell to dismiss school rang, we all sat in the middle of the floor in different positions as not to get tangled in the yarn and had the lights turned off, so when the first person would open the door and turn on the light, they would see the giant maze of blue yarn and four kids sitting in the middle of it, idle and twiddling our thumbs.
This year, we managed not to destroy anything in our director's absence, and even offered to clean up most of the mess left behind, most of which included cookie crumbs, knocked over chairs and stands, and the stuff from inside the fire extinguisher (which I sprayed into Julie's marching band hat box).
Good times. The most fun I've had in band this year.
God bless the benevolent Mr. Bianchi's heart. He's really nice although cripple and only mobile with restrictions. But he pretty much left us to our own devices and what ensues is a case of "organized chaos".
Granted, it's nothing nearly as bad as it has been in previous years, but the pranks ran rampant like the bubonic plague through Europe.
The Yarn Maze Story
Tracie is undoubtedly the criminal mastermind of this story, although it was a combined effort of planning and engineering. I don't know where she got it from, but she produced a large roll of blue yarn and brought it to the band room. With it and the help of Ben and Brian, Tracie and I made a gigantic yarn maze in the brass locker room during our free period (where no band kids could interrupt us, as most of them were younger and in their respective classes) by stringing the yarn from opposite sides of the room in numerous zigzag patterns. For four people, the gigantic work took a little under an hour as we zigged and zagged the yarn from each corner, side, and crevice of the locker room making it impossible for any to get to their lockers without having to contort their bodies crookedly.
It was Tracie's idea to make a "trip wire" that ran right in front of the door of the locker room where you enter, a trip wire that most people didn't see. And some of the yarn was very taught, making it easy to get tangled in and/or slice your neck on and bleed to death.
Presentation is everything, so before the bell to dismiss school rang, we all sat in the middle of the floor in different positions as not to get tangled in the yarn and had the lights turned off, so when the first person would open the door and turn on the light, they would see the giant maze of blue yarn and four kids sitting in the middle of it, idle and twiddling our thumbs.
This year, we managed not to destroy anything in our director's absence, and even offered to clean up most of the mess left behind, most of which included cookie crumbs, knocked over chairs and stands, and the stuff from inside the fire extinguisher (which I sprayed into Julie's marching band hat box).
Good times. The most fun I've had in band this year.