After I thought about what had happened in 8th grade, I wondered how might life and for that matter band life would be like. Little did I know that it would be completely different than what I had expected it to be.
Finally the magical day had arrived. As I took my clarinet from my mom's van and took my first couple of steps to Start, my new high school for the next four years and where I would be in band for the next four years, fear arrived. What the hell am I doing here? I thought. What if I don't like this new band director or if I don't like any of the upper classman who I will be with for the next few years or until they graduate...?
By that time after that interesting thought, I had arrived at the entrance to the school that is closest to the band room. I went through it thinking about what this experience would be like. I walked into the band room, recognized some familiar faces from DeVeaux and was put next to a junior named Erin. She then told me to put my clarinet together and put my lyre on along with my flip folder. I waited, to see how it would turn out. Finally after 10 minutes of waiting and being extremely bored with everything, our new band director had called us to his attention (not marching attention but you know regular attention).
"Hello. I am Mr. Stierman and I am your new band director along with Mr. Fritz." He then made a gesture to him to introduce him to us. "I, like the freshman here are a freshman because this is my first year teaching, so I look forward to this experience that we will have together as a group...."
Wow, I thought. He seems like a nice guy. Maybe I should finally look at him so I can see what he looks like instead of looking at the Coke-Cola clock on the peeling yellow wall. Shit!! That was unexpected. Gods I wasn't supposed do that oh no not now not yet not...OK I'll give it a few seconds and see if I can regain my senses. Fuck, I can't believe that I like another fuckin teacher again.
But, actually he was the hottest teacher that I liked thus far into my life. It has only been a few minutes into my high school life and I had already liked him. He had a great personality, and one hell of a body. My eyes traced his body. My eyes traced every curve, every ridge, the shape of his hips and his face. Speaking of hips, damn he did have them. He had short brown hair, brown eyes that seemed to bore into anyone and everyone's eyes, and was tall, not just tall but really, really TALL. I also apparently had developed a fetish of looking at men's shoes and seeing if I could figure out what shoe size a guy wore. Lets just say that Stierman had one of the largest shoe sizes I've ever known and seen.
I couldn't wait for band camp.... it was gonna be a week to remember and I still had four and a half more days until that Saturday when we left (we got Friday off to pack etc.). This was gonna be a long ass four days...
Ok sorry for those who didn't expect that, also this is why that its rated PG-13 so hopefully you don't flame me...