Just as quickly as it started it had ended.The endless butchering of simple notes. The incorrect marching of two-faced know it all,and the self-indicted band directors who were more novice to music than a crab.Camp was finally over after it had picked who was worthy enough to continue into a coven many join for many Reasons.Some to excel and others to follow behind who ever made their hormones go into overtime. Talent was of rarity but was proclaimed by every mouth who could merely only create a sound,a sound i might add that a Real artist wouldn't dare call a note.Many sections,many players,many ideas and apparently many band directors, but in the end it was only one band: The Honorable Owls.
Another year of school started and it wasn't shocking nor surprising that nothing was prepared. Nothing, from the food in the lunchroom to the schedules we are supposed to have, it's not ready. However people with degrees are in their rooms and are posing, to the new in comers, that they are going to teach them this and teach them that. They lay down the rules saying they will tolerate this but not that and you must do this in order to receive this, but someone who's use to the shenanigans that the staff play knows who is a TEACHER and who is a babysitter. As for me I'm a 10th grader, and I'm hip on many things in this school, in fact I know so much I could write a book.
On the first day back my friend Mikja was shocked to see me, probably because during camp I told him I wasn't coming back to this god forsaken school, but I did, to be honest, I missed everyone but you can let them peasants know that. Mikja begin to inform me of some of the new people who weren't at band camp but would be a part of the marching band. She's a member of the clarinet section and to be quiet frank, Mikja alone with our other friend Alayakam, from India, Are the clarinet section and have been since middle school. But he begins to tell me of two little freshmen who are in her section and how she hopes they aren't flops because if they are he will gather them like they are crops and get them together. I told him as long as their better than her section leader, Jorley, The biggest quaking clarinets I've ever heard, then they will be okay, she agreed, and that became old news.
