Every morning I take the bus to school. With only Ben on my bus and little sixth graders thinking they own the bus, drives me up the freaking wall. I always carry a book with me or try to make a lengthy conversation with Ben this way I am not bored and I can block out the squeaky voices of sixth graders. Honestly, who wants to hear this?
*Annoying sixth grader content follows*
"Oh my god! Did you hear Madison and Drew are dating?"
"O...M...G...really!?"
"Yes!"
"Drew has had like five boyfriends already!"
"I know he is so hot!"
FREAKING SIXTH GRADERS!! They have simply come out of Elementary School, which doesn't mean, "Oh! I'm in middle school? Let's get fifty boyfriends or girlfriends, (depending on the gender or sexual orientation, which I do not judge at all) this year and make it a freaking competition!"
Like seriously, I'm a senior and I haven't gotten a boyfriend yet! Sorry for my rant, but it's too true. I call this epidemic, Sixth Grade Syndrome. Oh yes! The sweet sound of sixth graders thinking they're my age, but douche-y-er.
After the long bus ride to freedom, I drop my books and backpack off at my locker and go to my first period class, which is band. I never brought anything to that class, because, really, what books do you need to read music?
I play the piano in the band. I have been playing for eleven years and I myself have to say, I am pretty damn good. Despite the fact that I make a few mistakes here and there, and that reading the bass clef on piano sheet music is like reading Latin, but I'm getting the hang of it. From the bottom to the top on finding the space notes, All Cows Eat Grass. (Don't stop reading if you don't know what I am talking about!!!)
I bet if you played the recorder in third grade or tried an instrument at all in Elementary school, you remember how to read the Treble Clef in music as Every Good Boy Does Fine as the line notes and FACE for the space notes. Go figure, it stuck with me through high school...
In the band I have the greatest band director of all time, Mr. K. His last name is impossible to pronounce or even spell so he told us to just call him Mr. K, in which who I play flute for also. I am bi-musical! Get it? 'Cause I play piano and flute, two instruments. No? Okay... About my band teacher, he is an amazing teacher and funny, though he is the biggest cheapo and con artist toward high school kids you'll ever meet.
One day in Marching Band he had offered us pizza for dinner since we were at the school late that night.
Mr. K walks up to my hungry self and says, "one slice of pizza for $5, would you like to buy a slice Cameron? Plenty to go around!" He expresses this by holding up five fingers.
I stood there in silence, but inside I was cracking up.
"I am not going to pay my band teacher $5 for only one slice of pizza. I thought as Mr. K tried to con me into paying him for pizza.
He stands there with a puzzled look on my face as if he wondered, "Is she going to answer me?"
"No thanks, Mr. K." I finally replied.
"Okay, suit yourself." Mr. K threw me the 'whatever' hand gesture and walked away, assuming he wasn't going to get through to me. It was true, I wouldn't have given in. See? Amazing band teacher by day, stupid con artist by night.
Ben also plays in the band. He is a set player, but kind of a wimpy looking one. When I hear the words, 'drum set player', I see a guy who is tall and buff, and even if he isn't muscle man, he has some kind of manly thing going on. Ben, on the other hand is tall, but he isn't buff. I do have to admit that he does carry a bit of muscle on him, but the tall thin guy kind if you know what I mean. Hey, as long as he isn't chomping down on the sweets and making himself look like planet earth, I'm okay with that. I really should't be making fun of him. Ben is a really great guy and whoever he chooses to date or be friends with, he treats them well, though Ben hasn't actually dated a girl before. I don't blame him for not wanting to. It can be scary, or maybe that's just me who hasn't dated anyone either... Crap! I just made my life sound like a shit show. It's not really like that. You see, I am not depressed about the whole dating thing, I just have this weird desire to find out for myself what the whole fuss is about. Wow, a relationship! Let's spend more money on dinner and gifts than we don't have!
*Insert annoying person who's dated one million people's voice here* (aka every cheerleader in my school.)
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Musically Yours, Ben
Fiksi RemajaCameron Evens is a senior in high school. She has a love for music and plays two instruments, which she is a master at. She realizes that high school has taught her a lot of things. Not all of them are good, but the bad ones help incoming high schoo...
