Today in Band class, we were going over to practice with the JV and the Varsity marching band because tomorrow is our full band concert. After practicing for about an hour, the bigger instruments (percussion, tuba, oboe but cymbals because it's not a marching instrument, so I was cymbals) had to put their instruments in the band room over night and they had to cases to put them in. We had to go halfway around the school. When we came back to the field, everyone was gone. We searched every area around the field. Then, we saw the buses leaving without us. We were OK for then because we thought they were just turning around, which they did when they got there. So we all traveled up to the front where we thought we saw the buses heading. This one girl came up to me and asked, "Are you guys lost? If you are, we'll take you to the office!" We said we'll find out when we get there. One percussion guy said that he saw the buses in the front. When we got to the front, nothing was there. They were other buses that already left. So, my band teachers and all the lucky 2nd and 3rd hour kids left 20 starving, tired and nauseous kids at the high school? Doesn't seem right. Anyway, I started running toward the office and the girl that told us to meet them there if the buses left and everyone followed. We told the principal and the secretaries about our struggle and the principal said that our bus was on the way. One of my friends were taking Snapchat videos on how he was going to die like he was on a stranded island with no food. The girls that helped us started talking about all the benefits of Marching Band, which the instruments were needed for and how everyone should just stay as calm as they could. The percussionists started playing random songs with their drumsticks on the metal benches, making everyone's unintended stay a little bit better. About ten minutes later, the bus finally came. The bus driver said, "Your band teacher said she had everyone! This is a lot of kids to micount!" And I said to her, "They miscounted pretty badly if they forgot 20 out of 100 kids!" The kid that was taking Snapchat videos took one on the bus. "Hey, guys, we're all here and we all made it out alive," he said. Everyone cheered for their survival. When we were halfway to our school, one percussion guy said to me, "Usually it's only the tubas and the percussion that get left behind. You're special because you play none of those." I felt happy because he made the situation all better. And sad because apparently, 20 is a hard number to count up while 80 seems to be much easier. When we got to our school, we thanked the bus driver as she left. But, when we tried to open the doors, they were locked. One of the nice percussion guys said he'd walk all the way to the other side of the school to the office, walk down to the doors that we were locked out of and let us in. To get through our doors, though, you needed to be a teacher with a key to get in. Of course, we weren't teachers and none if us had a key. It was the time for everyone to have lunch. All of our lucky friends were already at lunch while we were starving outside. The good thing was, though, after about another ten minutes of waiting, one of the janitors to the school came up to us and he said he had a key. He opened the door for us and everyone rushed to the band room to confront the band teachers for abandoning 20 kids, along with the kid that went all the way to the office. The band teachers shooed all of us out because 5th hour band was going on and told us to eat lunch, even if you don't have C lunch. In the end, all the 20, including me, kids ate their lunch and enjoyed their 6th and 7th hours telling their story of their trauma to the rest of the school.
Life lesson: Eat a good breakfast or something like this will happen to you!!!
