Somebody New....
(Let me explain something. Naturally, my new director's last name is not X, but it's not common either. So, I'll be replacing it... if you know her personally, go ahead and flame me fo not portraying her accurately. I really don't care.)
The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hi!" said a cheery voice. "I'm Angela X, your new band director!"
"WHAT? I only just e-mailed the old one saying that I was going to miss band camp!"
"You're going to miss band camp?"
"Yeah... I have this symphony camp I have to go to... if I don't they'll probably kick me out and that wouldn't be very nice... I hope you don't mind."
"Well... I guess that will be manageable."
Actually, this is not a transcript of our conversation. Far from it. I don't even really ember what the conversation was like. I was pretty shocked that our old director was gone. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, though... to her, pushing us was a foreign term, and it was her fault that we had such a pathetic, puny field show last year. So maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she was gone. But maybe it was. I'm still not completely sure, but so far under Ms. X, the band is doing a lot better. That is to say, we get yelled at and are expected to know how to march.
I still live in the band room with my old band geek/nerd/dork/freak/idiot/psycho friends. So that hasn't changed, and I wouldn't want it to change for anything in the world. I'm back with my old nemesis, the dread Mellophone. That's bad, but anything's better than taking Biff out on the field.
Not only that, we'll have proper practices... I don't know how well the band will take this. So far they aren't happy. I hesitate to wonder what this will do to our number. But now, I don't care.
(Let me explain something. Naturally, my new director's last name is not X, but it's not common either. So, I'll be replacing it... if you know her personally, go ahead and flame me fo not portraying her accurately. I really don't care.)
The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hi!" said a cheery voice. "I'm Angela X, your new band director!"
"WHAT? I only just e-mailed the old one saying that I was going to miss band camp!"
"You're going to miss band camp?"
"Yeah... I have this symphony camp I have to go to... if I don't they'll probably kick me out and that wouldn't be very nice... I hope you don't mind."
"Well... I guess that will be manageable."
Actually, this is not a transcript of our conversation. Far from it. I don't even really ember what the conversation was like. I was pretty shocked that our old director was gone. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, though... to her, pushing us was a foreign term, and it was her fault that we had such a pathetic, puny field show last year. So maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she was gone. But maybe it was. I'm still not completely sure, but so far under Ms. X, the band is doing a lot better. That is to say, we get yelled at and are expected to know how to march.
I still live in the band room with my old band geek/nerd/dork/freak/idiot/psycho friends. So that hasn't changed, and I wouldn't want it to change for anything in the world. I'm back with my old nemesis, the dread Mellophone. That's bad, but anything's better than taking Biff out on the field.
Not only that, we'll have proper practices... I don't know how well the band will take this. So far they aren't happy. I hesitate to wonder what this will do to our number. But now, I don't care.