I've seen quite a few of these, and so my friend and I were SUPER, MONDO, bored in Math (and Lunch) so we decided to make one. I came up with most of these... (And I do have blackmail pictures of you guys, never fear! I think I have at least one of you Donald.)

MARCHING BAND IS…

Knowing all the music to your show, but almost none of the words.

Getting dizzy from all the hairspray fumes.

Long bus rides to the middle of nowhere.

And that's the best part.

50 combined hours on a bus to Florida.

Sleeping in pile with your best friends since the bus had no space.

Laughing at the friends' reaction when they wake up and realize you drew all over their face.

Laughing at that freshmen boy who wakes up with makeup all over his face. (Haha Brandon)

Freaking out because the portable DVD player ran out of battery.

Having tons of blackmail pictures of everyone.

Taking stupid pictures at South Of The Border.

Puking because you ate too much junk. (That's to you Andrew!)

3 hour long after school practices

Actually enjoying those 3 hours long practices.

Crying at the end of the season.

Being able to do your makeup perfectly on a moving bus.

Also being able to do your hair perfectly on a moving bus.

Swearing you have concussion from that Death Stick. (aka a flag.)

Being mauled by a drummer.

Used to being mauled by a drummer.

Giving a drummer 4 feet of space even when they don't have their drum!

Actually understanding anything that a drummer says.

When a drummer makes sense.

Knowing how many tiles are in the ceiling from waiting for the drummers to learn their parts.

Also knowing how many tiles are in the floor from waiting for the trumpets to GET their parts.

Laughing that the piccolos are shorter then everyone else.

Nicknaming your mello section "The Marvelous Marching Mellophones" because all three of their names start with "M".

Having a trombone related head injury.

When having a trombone related head injury is a normal occurrence.

Laughing at the poor lone baritone who has no partner for that dance page.

Being annoyed by that stupid game the trumpets play to see who can make a noise like a horse. (Okay sorry, they were practicing for "Sleigh Ride' Pssst! That's just what they WANT you to think!)

Not being bothered by the trumpet game anymore. (Bork wins every time apparently…)

Being jealous of two female trumpets because they get to hang out with guys all day. (Well, that used to be true. Now all of them are ugly… No offense Doanld.)

Having one trumpet obsessed with his section leader and screaming his name all the time. (No, he isn't gay.)

Finding that stupid clarinet funny, even though he's not.

Arguing over whether that clarinet's hair is maroon or burgundy. (We spent 4 hours on a bus trip arguing over it. IT'S MAROON I TELL YOU, MAROON!)

Laughing because the clarinet underclassmen outnumber the upperclassmen of the clarinets and bass clarinets combined.

Having a sophomore being section leader because the only upperclassman who plays it is the drum major.

When 'armed guard' mean girl with a flag, not guy with a gun.

When you can say you've had a swordfight with REAL SWORDS! (Okay, so they were guard sabers. IT STILL COUNTS!)

And no, the trumpets should not have swords. (You'd hit me with it Donald!)

Almost fainting because of leather gloves you're forced to wear in 95-degree weather.

Laughing at the other girls because they have to dress like men.

Having to have man hair. (Stupid buns…)

Going out to eat after a competition in your golf shirts. (Matching!)

And your waiter being from the rival school.

But most of all, marching band

46. Family.