A/N: Alright. This year was my first year in marching band and I know my band was really random. So I decided to put up some band geekisms. I know there are a lot of them on the site, but I think these are going to be funny!
Band…
It's long bus rides.
It's silly clap games that are the same rhythm as the cadence.
It's raves on the bus late at night.
It's people getting mad at you that there's a blinding flashing blue light in their eyes while they are trying to sleep.
It's purposely trying to annoy them just to get the band director angry.
It's forgetting to bring your drill sheets to practice and getting the evil eye from your section leader.
It's trying to see if you can fit in a sousaphone.
It's discovering that you can.
It's trying to occupy your band director on something else than practice.
It's him knowing and saying, "Nice try."
It's the trumpets having competitions on who can be the most obnoxious with their pitch.
It's the 4 mellophones discovering that they can fit into their section leader's truck with horns that only seats 3 people.
It's stopping at Walmart for a pit stop while on the way to a competition and scaring the register people by your antics.
It's running like your crazy around Walmart trying to buy all the sugar you can so you can rave that night without getting tired.
It's the "Banana" stretch.
It's your friend being obsessed with glow sticks.
It's her getting you to be obsessed with glow sticks as well and jumping around singing, "Glow sticks, glow sticks!!"
It's you and your guy friend making a really complex handshake and not being able to remember how to do it 3 seconds later.
It's stealing the bus sign up sheets and hiding it under your shirts.
It's cold football nights spent making faces at the other band.
It's finding that on said cold football nights, you can take out your mouthpiece and blow fast air through it and seeing the air become blue.
It's being fascinated all night by that new fact.
It's all the trumpets blowing the air through their mouthpieces at you and getting spit all over you.
It's trying to explain to the youngest trumpet player the physics of marching band.
It's him just saying whatever and walking off to bother the drum major.
It's practices where car horns go off and you can't hear what the band director is saying and completely messing the set up.
It's the drum major pretending to blow the car up with a 44 Magnum.
It's making up songs about chapstick to pass the time.
It's getting made fun of for having so many band T-shirts.
It's getting called a band geek and saying that they have it wrong and it's band nerd only to have them call you that and saying it's really band geek just to confuse them.
It's your section leader being paranoid about putting your mellos on the asphalt and having to do push-ups while balancing the mellophone on your hands. (no really, my section leader is paranoid about this.)
It's the props almost falling on you during one of your sets, and being paranoid to step near another prop for fear it would crush you…again.
It's having sectionals and not doing anything except talk about random things.
It's the assistant band director walk past the hallway where you're having sectionals and you instantly stand up and pretend you were practicing all along.
It's the band director getting an allergic reaction and still being able to yell across the room for the percussionists to stop playing.
It's your section naming your mellos names that all belong to the same country. (this year it was German. I think because I named mine Stalin as a joke…)
It's plumes with feathers that look like they are going to fly.
It's flutes being the first ones to pass out during band camp.
It's getting stung by a bee on the last day of band camp and not being able to play for the rest of the morning. (not that I was complaining…)
It's band moms throwing freezing wet towels over the fence during band camp and fighting over who gets them first.
It's battles between the brass and woodwinds on who is more important.
Obviously, the brass has the advantage on that one.
It's the Mellophones trying to play their horns upside down.
It's said Mellophones trying to read their music upside down as well but not getting as much luck.
It's days of band camp with only 10 hours of sleep for the whole week.
It's the "lazy" set
It's being out of step and getting yelled at but not really caring until you do it again.
It's trying to play a mellophone with a trumpet mouthpiece and it working.
It's getting mad at the football players at football games that they're scuffing up OUR field.
It's taking your rage out on an innocent freshman.
It's emptying your spit through your mouthpiece and into your mouth.
It's having to march on a muddy field and then falling on said muddy field and denting your horn.
It's moldy gloves.
It's gloves that you forgot were in your locker that your too afraid to touch so you make the sax player dispose of them for you.
It's having your uniform smell so bad, it could get up and walk by itself.
It's having sectionals and going around to other sections and making fun of them because they have to play.
It's then having to have sectionals with the section that you were making faces at.
It's rainy practices.
It's sunny practices.
It's practices that you just don't even want to attend but you have to since your brother is band president.
It's having to wake up earlier than usual because said brother has to be at the school for a leadership meeting.
It's trying to talk to your friends about silly band inside jokes, and them not getting it at all since they aren't in marching band.
It's the marching band.
Enough said?