"Whatever you guys do DON'T GET SICK!" Mr. Clark, our band director,
firmly announced at our last practice before we would leave for Florida.
We all shrugged it off, since this was, of course, the thing we had been looking forward to all year. We originally were supposed to go to Hawaii, the farthest the band would have ever gone on it's annual Four Year trips (meaning that, every four years the band goes on a major trip), and then September 11 happened. Then, according to us, the entire school board and all the band parents turned against us and we ended up having to go to Orlando, Florida. We were to march in Disney World, hang out in Disney World, and spend every waking second of the trip in Disney World. Which wasn't half bad, but we still missed Hawaii.
Friday rolled around slowly, but surely, and it was the last day before Spring Break would begin. The entire school was bustling with the excitement that, for one week, there would be no school, but the group that was defiantly the most bouncy was the Bandies. Sure it was only my Rookie year, but I was looking forward to the best week of my life and getting to know the upperclassmen more (namely Hilary and Molly, the other two girls in Megan's and my hotel room, neither of whom I knew very well).
I woke up the next morning (Saturday, two days before we would take a bus trip from Ohio to Florida) not feeling good at all. Figures, doesn't it? I hoped against hope that it was only a 24 hour flu or something. Something, anything, that would still let me go on the trip. My throat was scratchy and my head hurt, I had a stuffy nose and no appetite. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Well, it was really the beginning of the most humorous illness that I've ever had.
We all shrugged it off, since this was, of course, the thing we had been looking forward to all year. We originally were supposed to go to Hawaii, the farthest the band would have ever gone on it's annual Four Year trips (meaning that, every four years the band goes on a major trip), and then September 11 happened. Then, according to us, the entire school board and all the band parents turned against us and we ended up having to go to Orlando, Florida. We were to march in Disney World, hang out in Disney World, and spend every waking second of the trip in Disney World. Which wasn't half bad, but we still missed Hawaii.
Friday rolled around slowly, but surely, and it was the last day before Spring Break would begin. The entire school was bustling with the excitement that, for one week, there would be no school, but the group that was defiantly the most bouncy was the Bandies. Sure it was only my Rookie year, but I was looking forward to the best week of my life and getting to know the upperclassmen more (namely Hilary and Molly, the other two girls in Megan's and my hotel room, neither of whom I knew very well).
I woke up the next morning (Saturday, two days before we would take a bus trip from Ohio to Florida) not feeling good at all. Figures, doesn't it? I hoped against hope that it was only a 24 hour flu or something. Something, anything, that would still let me go on the trip. My throat was scratchy and my head hurt, I had a stuffy nose and no appetite. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Well, it was really the beginning of the most humorous illness that I've ever had.
