Band Directors Gone EVIL (Don)
"Do you guys want to be the best marching band?" Don asked as he walked into the band room the first day of band camp. Not knowing what we were getting ourselves into we all agreed. That was the first mistake.
This was one of the hottest summers we have ever felt. With not that many brakes we were pushed to our limit. Every time we tried to stop Don would tell us that we agreed to be the very best and there was going to be sacrifices.
We had two things to look forward to this year, one being the broom ball that was supposes to take place tomorrow, and the second was finals. Although with all the freshman who didn't know, and didn't want to know how to march, finals were slowing slipping from our grasp. We ran extra laps around the field, did more push-ups then I can count because of the lazy freshman, and the slacking off seniors.
I think everyone was slowly deciding that they hat marching band. Without realizing it Don along with McElroy were slowly losing people.
Don started to get into a bad mood, and would show up late, almost too late to do anything. McElroy (the director) was always mad. Things just weren't going the way it was suppose to.
Last year our band was great, we did well, better then the year before, point wise. This year we had new competitors because of budget cuts, and things really were starting to look down.
Next chapter- We meet McElroy, and the evil ways of a band director. lol
"Do you guys want to be the best marching band?" Don asked as he walked into the band room the first day of band camp. Not knowing what we were getting ourselves into we all agreed. That was the first mistake.
This was one of the hottest summers we have ever felt. With not that many brakes we were pushed to our limit. Every time we tried to stop Don would tell us that we agreed to be the very best and there was going to be sacrifices.
We had two things to look forward to this year, one being the broom ball that was supposes to take place tomorrow, and the second was finals. Although with all the freshman who didn't know, and didn't want to know how to march, finals were slowing slipping from our grasp. We ran extra laps around the field, did more push-ups then I can count because of the lazy freshman, and the slacking off seniors.
I think everyone was slowly deciding that they hat marching band. Without realizing it Don along with McElroy were slowly losing people.
Don started to get into a bad mood, and would show up late, almost too late to do anything. McElroy (the director) was always mad. Things just weren't going the way it was suppose to.
Last year our band was great, we did well, better then the year before, point wise. This year we had new competitors because of budget cuts, and things really were starting to look down.
Next chapter- We meet McElroy, and the evil ways of a band director. lol