8/19/14
Ugh I hate school. Today was my first day of school and I can say I have friends in my classes. Also a bunch of pops. Someone even scofted when I said I could proudly say I was in high school marching band. Then the teacher asked if I was related this my brother's best friend who's in the staff and has the same last name of us.
And we had a crappy practice after school today. BUT WERE GONNA DO BETTER RIGHT GUYS
RIGHT?
RIGHT?
TELL ME IM RIGHT?
BECAUSE I WILL MAKE IT RIGHT!
I DONT CARE IF IM A ROOKIE
I WILL
I SWEAR
~HFH
YOU ARE READING
The Diary Of A Seventh Grade French Horn
Non-FictionThis is the countinued verison of my previous book "The Diary Of A Sixth Grade French Horn" Good luck, I have a very messed up brain :D This is just everything that happens in band, and outside of band too. Not that you really care Just dive in ok...
