Ugh. It's gonna be early tomorrow… 6:45 A.M. and I'm willing to bet that
90% of the school hasn't woken up yet. Wanna know where the other 10%
comes from? YEAH, us… the marchers. We're up here freezing our butts off
so we can create a good competition show so all the "normals" (see
Definitions for the average Marcher) can have something entertaining to
watch during half time. I'm beginning to hate the sense of impending doom I
get on Sunday nights… Maybe tomorrow morning…
It'll start raining and we won't have to practice. (Of course, there won't be a cloud in the sky)
The metronome and speakers will chemically combust. (They haven't for years.)
The woodblock will turn into sand… or better yet, the drums. (This is getting more and more hopeless.)
We'll all pass out, and the directors will carry us inside and regret their carelessness with our sleeping time. (HIGHLY unlikely.)
The football team will invade the parking lot. (hahaha…yeah RIGHT. They have their OWN practice facility)
We could all try a new disappearing trick….
Maybe tomorrow morning just won't come. Maybe if I sleep through that God- forsaken P.O.S. alarm clock, then the sun won't come up and no one will be awake, and I'll be able to sleep past 4:00 in the morning. Maybe tonight will last forever. Then again, it's working on 3:30 a.m. and I know my alarm clock is about to ring. I know I'm going to go out there and freeze, my arms will be sore, my feet will hurt, I'll run to class smelling like a gym locker…. Doesn't it just make you LOVE marching season?
It'll start raining and we won't have to practice. (Of course, there won't be a cloud in the sky)
The metronome and speakers will chemically combust. (They haven't for years.)
The woodblock will turn into sand… or better yet, the drums. (This is getting more and more hopeless.)
We'll all pass out, and the directors will carry us inside and regret their carelessness with our sleeping time. (HIGHLY unlikely.)
The football team will invade the parking lot. (hahaha…yeah RIGHT. They have their OWN practice facility)
We could all try a new disappearing trick….
Maybe tomorrow morning just won't come. Maybe if I sleep through that God- forsaken P.O.S. alarm clock, then the sun won't come up and no one will be awake, and I'll be able to sleep past 4:00 in the morning. Maybe tonight will last forever. Then again, it's working on 3:30 a.m. and I know my alarm clock is about to ring. I know I'm going to go out there and freeze, my arms will be sore, my feet will hurt, I'll run to class smelling like a gym locker…. Doesn't it just make you LOVE marching season?