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First, my bitching:
I love band, but sometimes I hate it. I really really hate it. I've worked my ass off for this fucking program for four years, and Mr. Harloff still can't treat me with a single ounce of respect. I have five weeks of marching band left of my life, and before now I've kinda been counting the days, not wanting it to end, but sometimes Mr. Harloff just pushes me beyond how much I can take, and I'm sick of it. Yes, I'm ready to be done. No, I do not want to be in symphonic band again. I just want to be done. It was great. I had fun. But now I'm ready to be done.
And as much as I love drum corps, I have no clue why I ever wanted to do something like that. I'm going to continue to watch and love drum corps, but I think I've finally realized that I don't want to be a part of something like that.
Now for everything that is not bitching:
Tonight at band, we (mellos) were so awful, I couldn't stop laughing. That sounds so bad, but Bob landed one of his sets literally ten yards off his dot. It was awful, but omigod, it was so funny.
And sometime maybe this week, me and Bob are going to make hoodies that say 'got phantom?', just to irritate Harloff a little more. I love being a smartass.
And by the way, Please Teacher! is an awesome show. I think I have a thing for extra-terrestial studentXteacher romance.
I love band, but sometimes I hate it. I really really hate it. I've worked my ass off for this fucking program for four years, and Mr. Harloff still can't treat me with a single ounce of respect. I have five weeks of marching band left of my life, and before now I've kinda been counting the days, not wanting it to end, but sometimes Mr. Harloff just pushes me beyond how much I can take, and I'm sick of it. Yes, I'm ready to be done. No, I do not want to be in symphonic band again. I just want to be done. It was great. I had fun. But now I'm ready to be done.
And as much as I love drum corps, I have no clue why I ever wanted to do something like that. I'm going to continue to watch and love drum corps, but I think I've finally realized that I don't want to be a part of something like that.
Now for everything that is not bitching:
Tonight at band, we (mellos) were so awful, I couldn't stop laughing. That sounds so bad, but Bob landed one of his sets literally ten yards off his dot. It was awful, but omigod, it was so funny.
And sometime maybe this week, me and Bob are going to make hoodies that say 'got phantom?', just to irritate Harloff a little more. I love being a smartass.
And by the way, Please Teacher! is an awesome show. I think I have a thing for extra-terrestial studentXteacher romance.