Giddy

Problem #15 - Queen Of the Boys

I got this title because my friend Onenickel called me it when I sent her a picture of me being carried by one of the drum majors in my marching band.

Disclaimer: I don't play an instrument. I dance, spin flag, rifle, saber, and whatever the heck else my coach tells me to do.

Anyhow, we were taking pictures after our last competition with our three drum majors. Two of them are seniors and the other is a junior like me. A competition before, this drum major promised to carry me bridle style for a picture. He fulfilled that. Let's name him Jack.

Jack, you're great. I told you that already, though.

Let me include some other experiences that make me adore this nickname:

During practice one day, there is a part where some of us in the color guard face back field and the rest of the band faces the front towards the audience. The band is set in a giant square with squares within it, and they've been choreographed to move in a ripple, starting from the middle moving outwards around the perimeter of their square. Well, during this move, the other color guard members with me stay in place and perform our work, and we go in a ripple also.

Let me tell you, I stand in front of this guy who's in my same class, and I might be reading this wrong, but we've kind of been exchanging looks this entire time. We were both doing it on the down low, but I definitely caught his biting his lip. And our exchanging glances are different from this one sophomore or freshman boy who's has his eyes on me the entirety of practice. Anyhow, we move on to another rep. I'll inform you also that this guy moves on the last counts of the phrase. I'm gonna call him Matthew. The drum major has the count off along with the metronome, but then I notice Matthew leaning towards the direction he's about to move next, saw him realize that he's made a mistake, and then he stumbles and nearly crashes into the ground.

He even got called out by the staff member who was running practice that afternoon. I'd describe what happened as... the clumsiness of being in front of your crush. It was funny. I'd like to take credit for being the reason of his distraction.

There are also these two band kids in my pre-calc class that are my age, and I like to think that I have charm and have attracted them. That's actually just a joke, but sometimes I do think that way to boost my ego. Whoops. I advise you not do that, kids. You'll become unnecessarily narcissistic and cocky.

But back to Jack.

After school one day, I was waiting around near the band room since it's near the front gate of our school. And this was the week after our last competition, so the band kids were cleaning up our storage areas and their instruments.

They were gathering in the quad and Jack and one of the other drum majors came and stopped by to talk. I just thought it was funny because the first thing Jack thought to do was stand in a spot that would block the sun out of my eyes. Then the other drum major, let's say he's Sean, said hi to me about three times within our conversation which was weird.

And that's that. I'm stealing men's hearts.

I'm only joking.

But honestly, I get that narcissistic sometimes. It's bad.

This is the end of the chapter, but not the end of the problem:

Problem fifteen.