Hello guys. Sorry I haven't written in forever, I've just haven't been in
the writing mood. The realization that my seniors would soon be leaving
stirred me to remember as much as I could now. Please R+R! I'll try to keep
it up this time.
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The next day was easier. My muscles were a little sore when I first awoke, but because of many years of soccer training, it didn't last long. After I had moved around a bit it got better. Others, freshmen especially, didn't have it quite so easy. The brass players were in perhaps the most pain, but everyone made it through.
I went through the same routine as the day before: got up, got dressed, and wandered around until it was time to line up in block. This morning, the release was different. First, the majorettes, then flutes, then clarinets, and so on were sent to eat. Thankfully, this allowed me to get closer to the front of the line for breakfast. Even though I had stuffed myself full at every meal the previous day, I was starving.
This morning I did get my Cinnamon Toast Crunch and kept my Mr. Pibb, though unfortunately the ice cream cooler was locked. I ate with my freshmen friends. We talked about our experiences so far and how much fun we were having.
At block, we proceeded with the show. After every new move, Mr. Williams would check to make sure we understood how to write numbers down on a piece of paper. All of us did, minus a few, mainly Jamie the fat tube with an attitude. When someone tried to help him, he growled at them thus receiving the nickname Bonecrusher among the senior guys. As annoying as this was the first few times, I learned to thoroughly enjoy the extra time given to talk sense into Jamie.
The senior always nearby to make sure I understood things was Zach. Whenever Mr. Williams would tell the upperclassmen to go check on the freshmen, Zach would always come over to me. This interested me as he was the tuba section leader and should certainly be helping the imbeciles he had to deal with. He would always ask if I knew what I was doing and I would always reply that it wasn't too hard to figure out. Now that I got to see him up close and without white gunk all over his face, I noticed he was quite hot. Hott with two T's as Kevin Carlson would say. I always enjoyed him coming over, even if I didn't understand why.
We kept up marching for another hour or so then took a water break. I propped myself up on the bleachers with Leigh Ellen sitting behind me. Zach came up and instead of talking to his favorite freshmen, he sat by her. I was slightly hurt, but what could I expect? I was a freshmen, he was a senior. This type of thing never worked. To my surprise though, he talked to me for most of the time. I went back to marching much happier.
My happiness could also have been attributed to a little scene that had taken place with my friend Hannah. She and Alex were singing the Dredel song as Hannah is Jewish and sometimes feels the need to sing random Jewish songs. The rest of us just try to follow along. While she and Alex were singing, John, the saxophone section leader, jumped up from the stands and yelled "You're not Jewish." Hannah just stared at him for a few seconds then said in a small voice "Uh, I am." John's face turned the color of a tomato and the words "Ohmigod I am so sorry," seemed to be the only ones to come out of his mouth. He soon got over it and he and Brandon (another senior sax) began to question her about Judaism. Thus Hannah was claimed.
We marched for another hour or so then broke for lunch. Sectionals followed as they had the day before. Once more free time was a blessing. I went to Brittany's and Laura's room where all my friends were congregated. We talked about the day's events. Laura, Hannah, and I had all been claimed by upperclassmen, now we had to get Alex and Brittany hooked up. Tomorrow we would work on that. For now, it was time to focus on dinner. After our wonderful meal of Salisbury steaks we headed out to practice music one last time. It had begun to drizzle so we help our practice inside in the college ballroom. It was extremely cramped and we were all glad to get out. I grabbed a coke and candy bar from canteen, and all out sprinted back to my room.
It took me 5 seconds to grab the stuff I needed for a shower then I was in the bathroom. Not only did I not have to wait in line, I got hot water. After my nice hot shower, I went over to Mouldy and Brittany's room. We talked some more before I went back to my own room. Clara definitely wasn't showing up anytime soon, so when it was time for lights out Brittany and Mouldy asked if I would like to stay with them. I told them I was fine but thanks anyways. It didn't bother me to be by myself in the least. Now I was able to spill my thoughts onto the precious pages of my journal.
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A/N: soooo how'd ya like it? Please review. I love to get them, but almost never do. :)
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The next day was easier. My muscles were a little sore when I first awoke, but because of many years of soccer training, it didn't last long. After I had moved around a bit it got better. Others, freshmen especially, didn't have it quite so easy. The brass players were in perhaps the most pain, but everyone made it through.
I went through the same routine as the day before: got up, got dressed, and wandered around until it was time to line up in block. This morning, the release was different. First, the majorettes, then flutes, then clarinets, and so on were sent to eat. Thankfully, this allowed me to get closer to the front of the line for breakfast. Even though I had stuffed myself full at every meal the previous day, I was starving.
This morning I did get my Cinnamon Toast Crunch and kept my Mr. Pibb, though unfortunately the ice cream cooler was locked. I ate with my freshmen friends. We talked about our experiences so far and how much fun we were having.
At block, we proceeded with the show. After every new move, Mr. Williams would check to make sure we understood how to write numbers down on a piece of paper. All of us did, minus a few, mainly Jamie the fat tube with an attitude. When someone tried to help him, he growled at them thus receiving the nickname Bonecrusher among the senior guys. As annoying as this was the first few times, I learned to thoroughly enjoy the extra time given to talk sense into Jamie.
The senior always nearby to make sure I understood things was Zach. Whenever Mr. Williams would tell the upperclassmen to go check on the freshmen, Zach would always come over to me. This interested me as he was the tuba section leader and should certainly be helping the imbeciles he had to deal with. He would always ask if I knew what I was doing and I would always reply that it wasn't too hard to figure out. Now that I got to see him up close and without white gunk all over his face, I noticed he was quite hot. Hott with two T's as Kevin Carlson would say. I always enjoyed him coming over, even if I didn't understand why.
We kept up marching for another hour or so then took a water break. I propped myself up on the bleachers with Leigh Ellen sitting behind me. Zach came up and instead of talking to his favorite freshmen, he sat by her. I was slightly hurt, but what could I expect? I was a freshmen, he was a senior. This type of thing never worked. To my surprise though, he talked to me for most of the time. I went back to marching much happier.
My happiness could also have been attributed to a little scene that had taken place with my friend Hannah. She and Alex were singing the Dredel song as Hannah is Jewish and sometimes feels the need to sing random Jewish songs. The rest of us just try to follow along. While she and Alex were singing, John, the saxophone section leader, jumped up from the stands and yelled "You're not Jewish." Hannah just stared at him for a few seconds then said in a small voice "Uh, I am." John's face turned the color of a tomato and the words "Ohmigod I am so sorry," seemed to be the only ones to come out of his mouth. He soon got over it and he and Brandon (another senior sax) began to question her about Judaism. Thus Hannah was claimed.
We marched for another hour or so then broke for lunch. Sectionals followed as they had the day before. Once more free time was a blessing. I went to Brittany's and Laura's room where all my friends were congregated. We talked about the day's events. Laura, Hannah, and I had all been claimed by upperclassmen, now we had to get Alex and Brittany hooked up. Tomorrow we would work on that. For now, it was time to focus on dinner. After our wonderful meal of Salisbury steaks we headed out to practice music one last time. It had begun to drizzle so we help our practice inside in the college ballroom. It was extremely cramped and we were all glad to get out. I grabbed a coke and candy bar from canteen, and all out sprinted back to my room.
It took me 5 seconds to grab the stuff I needed for a shower then I was in the bathroom. Not only did I not have to wait in line, I got hot water. After my nice hot shower, I went over to Mouldy and Brittany's room. We talked some more before I went back to my own room. Clara definitely wasn't showing up anytime soon, so when it was time for lights out Brittany and Mouldy asked if I would like to stay with them. I told them I was fine but thanks anyways. It didn't bother me to be by myself in the least. Now I was able to spill my thoughts onto the precious pages of my journal.
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A/N: soooo how'd ya like it? Please review. I love to get them, but almost never do. :)