My band teacher likes his job too much. He’s like the energetic enthusiastic old man archetype who upon first meeting him, makes you think he’s a pretty chill guy. But after spending a few months in band class you will begin to notice something is very very wrong with him. Not in a way that makes you think he’s a psychopath and is planning to murder all his students. No, more like he’s just mentally unstable and he’s always at his melting point, and when someone screws up, he’ll just snap. No yelling or screaming. He’ll just go ballistic like the cat in the hat and start laughing at absolutely nothing and muttering to himself. Not that this has happened yet (but it probably will).
Anyway I have to join the marching band. Except I’m not even sure if I’m in the marching band. I registered for concert band. But the band teacher keeps giving out these marching band sheets and talking about how we’re going to be in marching band next year. So either concert band is the same thing as marching band or he’s just off his rocker. To be honest I don’t even think he knows half of our names. He just talks to the same five people in class. He even forgot what grade he was teaching one class. Anyhow. I don’t want to join the marching band very much. Because I quickly skimmed through the handbook and not only do you have to attend practices and parades during the summer (which is stupid because school is already out), you have to attend all the football games. Including the away games, meaning I have to ride the big cheese for who knows how long until probably nine at night when I ride it back. I don’t even like football. Name one person in this entire universe who likes football. You can’t. Also, I checked how much the uniforms cost and I was expecting the whole thing to cost fifty dollars tops, but no. If you want to buy just the jacket, not the hat or the trousers or anything else, it costs about three hundred dollars. I thought there was a typo or something but apparently not. For three hundred dollars it had better be made out of gold and imported from some snobby designer store in France. You don’t even want to see how much the rest of the getup costs. Also, there’s a parade I have to play in at the end of May which I won’t be here for. And the band teacher says the only things that can excuse you are the things on the same level as a relative dying in a tragic car accident. So he’ll probably pop a blood vessel when I tell him I’m skipping out on the parade just because. He’s very particular about people attending his practices and events. All of them are what make up your grade. Even the ones over the summer. That’s dumb. The school year is out and I’m still getting graded and still doing work when I just want to sit at home all day. This is truly the saddest tragedy of our time.
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