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Everything I Needed To Know, I Learned In Band.
Although we go to school for about 13 years, I learned all I really needed to know in band, goofing off, playing at games, and making music.
I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter what instrument you play as long as you play your part, life is good. That just because there happens to be 13 flutes, there’s a possibility that the person beside you might be playing 2nd flute.
I’ve come to terms that although it is hot and humid and long and exhausting, you’ll look back fondly and say, “This one time in band camp...” That to NEVER take our football games seriously; at least the BAND always win. You learn that saying the Boner Squad Chants or spitting on the ground with your section before halftime isn’t unethical, but a sacred ritual that should be obeyed. That although you’re shaking from head to toe, there’s always someone more nervous than you... somewhere.
Being in a small band, you learn about each other and bond or learn to tolerate those you can’t stand. That although that girl beside you is a complete retard, instead of playing Devil’s Advocate, it’s better to help her otherwise we all gets II’s. On the same token, messing with the freshmen’s minds is a great way to pass the time. Even so, you learn to depend on those people and pray VIGOROUSLY that they remember to keep their interval straight.
Your section becomes your family and if anyone calls them stupid or talks
crap about your family, you’d defend them (even if it is true). That although your section annoys you, you can always count on them to help you when you’re lethargic, angry, or crying your head off. That you’ll always rely on them to read out drill and probably to remind you to turn left instead of right in the middle of halftime. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll pick you up if you fall and scold you ‘til you forget they helped you. Sometimes just being there can go a long way. Especially in times of crisis.
You learn that not saying “Yes Sir” deserve to be a federal offense. Until then, you’ll get a flute thrown at you. And if you graffiti the band room, you’d be lucky if the police arrested you; otherwise, you’d already be dead. But probably, and most important of all, if you see Mr. Phillips, turning purple, with bulging red eyes, and holding a chair over his head, don’t stand there like those idiots in movies, RUN!!!
***Please note that this is more comedic than literal and most of these are “Band” Jokes.
Most being reminiscence of actual events. Others are lessons learned.
(c)2008
Please do not steal. :D
Although we go to school for about 13 years, I learned all I really needed to know in band, goofing off, playing at games, and making music.
I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter what instrument you play as long as you play your part, life is good. That just because there happens to be 13 flutes, there’s a possibility that the person beside you might be playing 2nd flute.
I’ve come to terms that although it is hot and humid and long and exhausting, you’ll look back fondly and say, “This one time in band camp...” That to NEVER take our football games seriously; at least the BAND always win. You learn that saying the Boner Squad Chants or spitting on the ground with your section before halftime isn’t unethical, but a sacred ritual that should be obeyed. That although you’re shaking from head to toe, there’s always someone more nervous than you... somewhere.
Being in a small band, you learn about each other and bond or learn to tolerate those you can’t stand. That although that girl beside you is a complete retard, instead of playing Devil’s Advocate, it’s better to help her otherwise we all gets II’s. On the same token, messing with the freshmen’s minds is a great way to pass the time. Even so, you learn to depend on those people and pray VIGOROUSLY that they remember to keep their interval straight.
Your section becomes your family and if anyone calls them stupid or talks
crap about your family, you’d defend them (even if it is true). That although your section annoys you, you can always count on them to help you when you’re lethargic, angry, or crying your head off. That you’ll always rely on them to read out drill and probably to remind you to turn left instead of right in the middle of halftime. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll pick you up if you fall and scold you ‘til you forget they helped you. Sometimes just being there can go a long way. Especially in times of crisis.
You learn that not saying “Yes Sir” deserve to be a federal offense. Until then, you’ll get a flute thrown at you. And if you graffiti the band room, you’d be lucky if the police arrested you; otherwise, you’d already be dead. But probably, and most important of all, if you see Mr. Phillips, turning purple, with bulging red eyes, and holding a chair over his head, don’t stand there like those idiots in movies, RUN!!!
***Please note that this is more comedic than literal and most of these are “Band” Jokes.
Most being reminiscence of actual events. Others are lessons learned.
(c)2008
Please do not steal. :D