Ah freshmen. The world's most naive and confused people. And they are also the funniest people to watch at band camp. I find it very amusing to see the level of their grooming as camp goes on. Just watch.
Day one: Cleanliness
Everyone but the freshmen are in the most comfortable clothes cause we know that it takes forever to get there on the bus. Also we know what's coming. But not them. Oh no. They are sitting there in their makeup and with fashion show worthy cloths, looking around like they are disgusted to be in our presence. After about 6 hours of marching their clothes stink and the makeup is running down their faces. We play the game of watching which girl allows their mascara to run the farthest down their neck before they wipe it off. It's great fun.
Day two: Imperfection
All of us returnees are staggering to breakfast in PJ's having just rolled out of our bunks. Then you look at the showered freshmen with blow dried hair and makeup applied perfectly you can't do anything but laugh. And in your mind is that little devil which is constantly whispering in your ear about seeing the short people suffer. Then the complaints start. My feet hurt. I'm hot. I'm thirsty. I can't move. Blah. Blah. Blah. It kinda makes you sick to listen to it all.
Day three: Impurity
Ah the blessed and the cursed day of the week. Blessed by the freshmen for being halfway through hell. Cursed by all others for the same reason cause for some reason we seem to enjoy the 115 degree heat, getting yelled at and the general insanity of it all. This morning at breakfast we see a couple freshmen with wet hair and barely any makeup is seen. Thoughts of killing section leaders run through the tiny ones heads and you can just see the nasty plots unfolding. Their clothing is actually wrinkled (oh no) and they may even have stains on their shorts. This is the day it normally rains so all of their hair will be a rat's nest by night. Oh the beauty of watching something so "bright" fade before your eyes.
Day Four: Dinginess
Energy levels are definitely going downhill as you see some of the freshmen drinking coffee (which they previously said was undrinkable because it ruined their teeth). By the look of them, few of the showers were spouting water that morning and the brushes in the makeup kit are gathering dust. You may even spot of few of them dressing in upperclassmen attire. Pajamas. I know you may think that it's not possible but believe me it is. This is also known as the day that freshmen may actually hold a conversation with someone out of their class.
Day Five AKA Day of Departure: Dead and Dirty Walking
Here they come. Straggling into breakfast 10 minutes late while we've all been standing outside in the cold waiting to eat. In their dazed state the freshmen obviously don't realize what a big mistake they have made. Just wait until the sousaphones find out who was late. Oh well at least we won't have to wipe the tables. That's the late people's fault. And then there is their appearance. The whole grade looks to have been hit by an overfull garbage truck. They actually look worse off then the director. No makeup. No showers. No proper clothing. And no voices left. Today is the day the parents see us again and we must leave the presence of the fellow insane people. It's amusing to watch the faces of their parents when they pick the freshmen up from the school. They sent their innocent child who was well groomed, well fed, and overly appreciated away for a week and they get this monster of disgusting traits in return. Yes it has finally happened. The freshmen are now as close as they can come in their first year to being one of us. They survived (except for that annoying trumpet that is still stuck in the sousaphone) and next year they get to join in our interesting sport of observing, laughing and writing down our findings.
As previously stated: Ah freshmen. The world's most naive and confused people.
Sorry if it's dumb. It's 3 in the morning and I have school tomorrow and for some odd reason I can't sleep. (the reason is my mind is running in too many circles) Please read and review.
Thanks,
Bop
Day one: Cleanliness
Everyone but the freshmen are in the most comfortable clothes cause we know that it takes forever to get there on the bus. Also we know what's coming. But not them. Oh no. They are sitting there in their makeup and with fashion show worthy cloths, looking around like they are disgusted to be in our presence. After about 6 hours of marching their clothes stink and the makeup is running down their faces. We play the game of watching which girl allows their mascara to run the farthest down their neck before they wipe it off. It's great fun.
Day two: Imperfection
All of us returnees are staggering to breakfast in PJ's having just rolled out of our bunks. Then you look at the showered freshmen with blow dried hair and makeup applied perfectly you can't do anything but laugh. And in your mind is that little devil which is constantly whispering in your ear about seeing the short people suffer. Then the complaints start. My feet hurt. I'm hot. I'm thirsty. I can't move. Blah. Blah. Blah. It kinda makes you sick to listen to it all.
Day three: Impurity
Ah the blessed and the cursed day of the week. Blessed by the freshmen for being halfway through hell. Cursed by all others for the same reason cause for some reason we seem to enjoy the 115 degree heat, getting yelled at and the general insanity of it all. This morning at breakfast we see a couple freshmen with wet hair and barely any makeup is seen. Thoughts of killing section leaders run through the tiny ones heads and you can just see the nasty plots unfolding. Their clothing is actually wrinkled (oh no) and they may even have stains on their shorts. This is the day it normally rains so all of their hair will be a rat's nest by night. Oh the beauty of watching something so "bright" fade before your eyes.
Day Four: Dinginess
Energy levels are definitely going downhill as you see some of the freshmen drinking coffee (which they previously said was undrinkable because it ruined their teeth). By the look of them, few of the showers were spouting water that morning and the brushes in the makeup kit are gathering dust. You may even spot of few of them dressing in upperclassmen attire. Pajamas. I know you may think that it's not possible but believe me it is. This is also known as the day that freshmen may actually hold a conversation with someone out of their class.
Day Five AKA Day of Departure: Dead and Dirty Walking
Here they come. Straggling into breakfast 10 minutes late while we've all been standing outside in the cold waiting to eat. In their dazed state the freshmen obviously don't realize what a big mistake they have made. Just wait until the sousaphones find out who was late. Oh well at least we won't have to wipe the tables. That's the late people's fault. And then there is their appearance. The whole grade looks to have been hit by an overfull garbage truck. They actually look worse off then the director. No makeup. No showers. No proper clothing. And no voices left. Today is the day the parents see us again and we must leave the presence of the fellow insane people. It's amusing to watch the faces of their parents when they pick the freshmen up from the school. They sent their innocent child who was well groomed, well fed, and overly appreciated away for a week and they get this monster of disgusting traits in return. Yes it has finally happened. The freshmen are now as close as they can come in their first year to being one of us. They survived (except for that annoying trumpet that is still stuck in the sousaphone) and next year they get to join in our interesting sport of observing, laughing and writing down our findings.
As previously stated: Ah freshmen. The world's most naive and confused people.
Sorry if it's dumb. It's 3 in the morning and I have school tomorrow and for some odd reason I can't sleep. (the reason is my mind is running in too many circles) Please read and review.
Thanks,
Bop