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Wednesday was when band camp really started getting good. We were almost done blocking our first song and that afternoon we would be moving on to the second one "El Salon de Mexico." Once we got out to finish the first song, my world was hit by an earthquake or two.
As usual, Mr. Williams made the seniors check on the freshmen. By now, Zach and I were on opposite ends of the field. Nevertheless, he tromped the 50 yards to me. I was sitting with all my good sax friends when he came and sat down.
When he first got there, he didn't say anything, he just stared. After a few seconds Brad, who was sitting on the other side of me, asked him, "Zach, why do you always come over here?
"Because I think she's hot," he replied. This caused me to break down into a fit of laughter. I always knew I wasn't ugly, but I would never consider myself good looking in the least. At about 5 foot tall with wild blond hair, I was pretty sure the only thing good about my looks was my eyes that always had a way of changing color from blue to green to grey and back again.
I was thinking that he must have gotten confused. I was to think him hot, not the other way around. After some strenuous face straitening I looked up at him. He stared straight at me and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all," I said giving him a smirk. It was time to get back into sets. Just a few more and we would have it done. On my last set, I was placed behind the mellephone section leader Hodges. Hodges wasn't his real name, but everyone called him by it. By now the heat was getting to me, not to mention I couldn't play the music, so I began to complain.
"I hate this music," I said, "I wish we could just march." Before I knew what was happening, Hodges whirled around and was looking at me with an evil stare.
"Marching isn't important," he roared. "The music is. If anything we should have no marching." I simply stared at him with a puzzled look.
"Chill. OK, the music is important." I had no idea what to say to this spazoid of a music player. He seemed satisfied and turned back around. We finished out the show to everyone's relief. Moving back to our original sets, we marched Pictures of Spain stopping at each set.
When we stopped where we had before, Zach came to talk to me again. He asked again "You don't mind me coming over here, do you?" I told him I really didn't and that he should stop asking. He laughed then said, "So what have you been doing?"
I thought for a second. "Marching." I'm pretty sure it's impossible for me not to give a guy a hard time. I'm just naturally sarcastic.
"Marching," he repeated. "Just marching. Anything else?" I thought again.
"Well, I've done a bit of playing too." Through this, I received another smile. I really liked making him smile.
"You like sarcasm don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Dat's cool," he commented. "I like sarcasm too," this time he added weird accent. By then Mr. Williams had blown the whistle and we were to go back to blocking.
I grabbed my clarinet and got back into my line. As I got up, I could swear I heard him say "So do you want to lick my nuts?" He must have realized I was gone because he then added "Or you could just get up and walk away." This caused me to break out into another fit of laughter. I couldn't play my music and one of our helpers glared at me. Quite frankly though, I didn't care. The comment had been worth it even if it meant nothing.
By the end of practice, we had our first song down pat. After running through it a hundred times you would have, too. Right as we were about to leave, Lauren stopped us and informed us that there was to be a JB rolling down the hill contest during free time. We told her we would come then broke for lunch. It was heaven. The blessed lunch ladies had made stir fry. I ate with gusto and filled myself. Then I headed for the ice cream. Sectionals weren't bad today. We were allowed to go off and practice in small groups. I went off by myself and tried to play through the music as best as I could. This wasn't very well, but I didn't mind. It wasn't like I would play much anyways. We were supposed to check off parts A & B, but by avoiding Mrs. Williams I didn't have to.
At free time we decided to go on tour of the campus. I did at least. When I went in Brittany and Mouldy's room to tell them what I was doing. Hannah, who was in there in Mouldy's place, and Brittany decided to come along. We walked up the huge hill behind the football field where we practiced to where the gym stood. We walked into the lobby and were directed to the right by a man sitting at the desk. Walking right as he told us, we traveled through many hallways until we reached the basketball court. Brittany left us as she was a basketball player and would be more comfortable here. Hannah and I moved on to the pool, but found out it was closed. It was almost time for us to go down to the roll down the hill contest. Hannah and I went to get Brittany and we all headed back down the hill.
As the football field was surrounded by a valley type scene we moved to the hill nearer the end zone as it was less treacherous then the one we had just walked down. A few seniors were present, but otherwise the group was entirely freshmen. It seemed as if everyone was JBing. Chad, a senior trumpet, explained it to us. We would break up into boy/girl groups then roll down the hill one from each group going at a time. Upon reaching the bottom, we would stand up and run to end zone where Johnathon or J.D. and Derek would be standing (they were also seniors).
Natalie, our drum major, Lauren and Chad lined us up. Leslie and Paul went first. Leslie won, but only by a hair. Next were Brittany and Nick. Going down, Nick was beating Brittany quite badly. As soon he reached the bottom though, he lost the race. He would stand then fall then try and stand again with no avail. Brittany on the other hand quickly gained her balance and ran straight towards the line. Hannah and Will were next. This time the girls suffered a loss. Amy lost to Justin. Then Leah to Drew. Now it was my turn. Alyssa then raced against Jacob. I went against Gene and won. This made the score 3-3. One race would decide who won. Each team was to pick one person to represent them. It was a unanimous vote in our group for me. The guys chose Justin. Instead of simply lying on the ground then starting to roll, we had to dive into a roll and go down. I did an exceptional job at this and won the race down the hill. As I was trying to get up though, my shoe slipped and I lost. We were disappointed, but it was no big deal. I received many compliments on my dive so even I didn't mind I had lost.
The seniors decided that they wanted a chance. We watched them roll down the hill while we rested for a bit. Then many of us just started rolling down the hill out of pure fun. Many commented that it wasn't much of a task and we would have done it anyways. All too soon people started heading out of the gym to line up and we figured we had better go with them. The afternoon was to bring even more chaos.
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Wednesday was when band camp really started getting good. We were almost done blocking our first song and that afternoon we would be moving on to the second one "El Salon de Mexico." Once we got out to finish the first song, my world was hit by an earthquake or two.
As usual, Mr. Williams made the seniors check on the freshmen. By now, Zach and I were on opposite ends of the field. Nevertheless, he tromped the 50 yards to me. I was sitting with all my good sax friends when he came and sat down.
When he first got there, he didn't say anything, he just stared. After a few seconds Brad, who was sitting on the other side of me, asked him, "Zach, why do you always come over here?
"Because I think she's hot," he replied. This caused me to break down into a fit of laughter. I always knew I wasn't ugly, but I would never consider myself good looking in the least. At about 5 foot tall with wild blond hair, I was pretty sure the only thing good about my looks was my eyes that always had a way of changing color from blue to green to grey and back again.
I was thinking that he must have gotten confused. I was to think him hot, not the other way around. After some strenuous face straitening I looked up at him. He stared straight at me and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all," I said giving him a smirk. It was time to get back into sets. Just a few more and we would have it done. On my last set, I was placed behind the mellephone section leader Hodges. Hodges wasn't his real name, but everyone called him by it. By now the heat was getting to me, not to mention I couldn't play the music, so I began to complain.
"I hate this music," I said, "I wish we could just march." Before I knew what was happening, Hodges whirled around and was looking at me with an evil stare.
"Marching isn't important," he roared. "The music is. If anything we should have no marching." I simply stared at him with a puzzled look.
"Chill. OK, the music is important." I had no idea what to say to this spazoid of a music player. He seemed satisfied and turned back around. We finished out the show to everyone's relief. Moving back to our original sets, we marched Pictures of Spain stopping at each set.
When we stopped where we had before, Zach came to talk to me again. He asked again "You don't mind me coming over here, do you?" I told him I really didn't and that he should stop asking. He laughed then said, "So what have you been doing?"
I thought for a second. "Marching." I'm pretty sure it's impossible for me not to give a guy a hard time. I'm just naturally sarcastic.
"Marching," he repeated. "Just marching. Anything else?" I thought again.
"Well, I've done a bit of playing too." Through this, I received another smile. I really liked making him smile.
"You like sarcasm don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Dat's cool," he commented. "I like sarcasm too," this time he added weird accent. By then Mr. Williams had blown the whistle and we were to go back to blocking.
I grabbed my clarinet and got back into my line. As I got up, I could swear I heard him say "So do you want to lick my nuts?" He must have realized I was gone because he then added "Or you could just get up and walk away." This caused me to break out into another fit of laughter. I couldn't play my music and one of our helpers glared at me. Quite frankly though, I didn't care. The comment had been worth it even if it meant nothing.
By the end of practice, we had our first song down pat. After running through it a hundred times you would have, too. Right as we were about to leave, Lauren stopped us and informed us that there was to be a JB rolling down the hill contest during free time. We told her we would come then broke for lunch. It was heaven. The blessed lunch ladies had made stir fry. I ate with gusto and filled myself. Then I headed for the ice cream. Sectionals weren't bad today. We were allowed to go off and practice in small groups. I went off by myself and tried to play through the music as best as I could. This wasn't very well, but I didn't mind. It wasn't like I would play much anyways. We were supposed to check off parts A & B, but by avoiding Mrs. Williams I didn't have to.
At free time we decided to go on tour of the campus. I did at least. When I went in Brittany and Mouldy's room to tell them what I was doing. Hannah, who was in there in Mouldy's place, and Brittany decided to come along. We walked up the huge hill behind the football field where we practiced to where the gym stood. We walked into the lobby and were directed to the right by a man sitting at the desk. Walking right as he told us, we traveled through many hallways until we reached the basketball court. Brittany left us as she was a basketball player and would be more comfortable here. Hannah and I moved on to the pool, but found out it was closed. It was almost time for us to go down to the roll down the hill contest. Hannah and I went to get Brittany and we all headed back down the hill.
As the football field was surrounded by a valley type scene we moved to the hill nearer the end zone as it was less treacherous then the one we had just walked down. A few seniors were present, but otherwise the group was entirely freshmen. It seemed as if everyone was JBing. Chad, a senior trumpet, explained it to us. We would break up into boy/girl groups then roll down the hill one from each group going at a time. Upon reaching the bottom, we would stand up and run to end zone where Johnathon or J.D. and Derek would be standing (they were also seniors).
Natalie, our drum major, Lauren and Chad lined us up. Leslie and Paul went first. Leslie won, but only by a hair. Next were Brittany and Nick. Going down, Nick was beating Brittany quite badly. As soon he reached the bottom though, he lost the race. He would stand then fall then try and stand again with no avail. Brittany on the other hand quickly gained her balance and ran straight towards the line. Hannah and Will were next. This time the girls suffered a loss. Amy lost to Justin. Then Leah to Drew. Now it was my turn. Alyssa then raced against Jacob. I went against Gene and won. This made the score 3-3. One race would decide who won. Each team was to pick one person to represent them. It was a unanimous vote in our group for me. The guys chose Justin. Instead of simply lying on the ground then starting to roll, we had to dive into a roll and go down. I did an exceptional job at this and won the race down the hill. As I was trying to get up though, my shoe slipped and I lost. We were disappointed, but it was no big deal. I received many compliments on my dive so even I didn't mind I had lost.
The seniors decided that they wanted a chance. We watched them roll down the hill while we rested for a bit. Then many of us just started rolling down the hill out of pure fun. Many commented that it wasn't much of a task and we would have done it anyways. All too soon people started heading out of the gym to line up and we figured we had better go with them. The afternoon was to bring even more chaos.