practice, practice, practice makes perfect.
it's almost that time of year again. and you know i'm excited. but at the same time sad. this is my last year. next fall i can enjoy the football games without the 5:30am mornings, early freezing practices, sweating to death in a wool uniform, spandex shorts riding up, weird tan lines, apples and water as my only nourishment, not being able to swear all day when spartan football makes you want to so badly, being so sore i can hardly high step home, getting harassed by asshole michigan fans, annoying colorguard girls, and finally being done at 9:30p but Madden talks to us for half an hour and all i want to do is get out of my uniform and sit down but we sing the alma mater anyway, then drinking the night away knowing that we're just going to do the same damn thing next week.
next fall i won't have to plan my entire class schedule around marching band practices every single day, no more hell week with 15 hour days on the field and in the aud, no more wrapping my aching knees at night, or mondays that go from 8am until 10pm, no more auditions that give me panic attacks, no more gigs, no more hour long announcements that Madden gives right at the end of practice when you are tired and starving, no more pregame off the field at 5:50pm when practice ends at 6pm, or having to report to dem for travel 2 hours early just to get on the trumpet bus and not be stuck on the overflow bus, or squad leader meetings every monday, or sectionals every wednesday and friday when i have so much stuff i would rather be doing, no more memorizing music and drill, no more freak thunderstorms running us into dem hall, no more insane halloween pranks, no more triads, no more heralds, no more bar crawls, no more killing myself for the benefit of the spartan marching band.
and i would give anything to do it all again.
next fall i won't have to plan my entire class schedule around marching band practices every single day, no more hell week with 15 hour days on the field and in the aud, no more wrapping my aching knees at night, or mondays that go from 8am until 10pm, no more auditions that give me panic attacks, no more gigs, no more hour long announcements that Madden gives right at the end of practice when you are tired and starving, no more pregame off the field at 5:50pm when practice ends at 6pm, or having to report to dem for travel 2 hours early just to get on the trumpet bus and not be stuck on the overflow bus, or squad leader meetings every monday, or sectionals every wednesday and friday when i have so much stuff i would rather be doing, no more memorizing music and drill, no more freak thunderstorms running us into dem hall, no more insane halloween pranks, no more triads, no more heralds, no more bar crawls, no more killing myself for the benefit of the spartan marching band.
and i would give anything to do it all again.