#band camp
Klaus: What’re you doing Five
Five: *writing in a journal* Making a hit list of everybody taller than me
Klaus: Cool! Am I on it
Five: Dont worry you’re sixth on it
Allison: Klaus you need to stop
Klaus: *rubbing glitter from the floor onto his face* BuT.. I mUsT b E FabUlOus
So band camp was last week, I would like you guys to meet box boy
Tuba stand tunes 2k19 lets gooo
I’m gonna be one horrible ass section leader lmao
God I love band life so much
I don’t understand how people quit or don’t like band. It’s literally one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and it hurts that my friends are leaving.
It may seem stupid that I’m getting so emotional about something that I still have so many years, and so many opportunities still, as freshman year is ending.
I’m going to be a section leader next year and it scares me that I might forget how to have fun and let loose in band, especially when so many of my friends are leaving it next year.
I just want to make the most of it while I’m here, and it’s hard to think a whole year went by like that.
There’s two things that my band director says before every game, when we’re lining up in parade block and it’s something that I think everyone should hear.
- What makes a band successful? Every single person does their absolute best, all the time.
- Remember who you are, remember who you represent, remember who you want to be.
And some of you may take it as just some stupid band thing, but you have to look past your section, past the band, past the people around you in order to really believe it. You have to look at yourself and tell yourself who you are and who you want to be to make it come true, to do your absolute best all the time.
And this may be why band is so important to me but it really is a family, as stupid as that may sound.
As a marching band tech, I’ve gotten a lot of excuses for why someone isn’t wearing sunscreen during rehearsal. Under the cut, I address some of them! Please, please wear your sunscreen! Since our bodies are strong and young, it’s easy to forget that they need to be taken care of. If you’re perfecting your roll step to avoid rolling an ankle, you should also be applying sunscreen to avoid skin cancer!
Plus, sunburns hurt, and that pain can make people more irritable even if they don’t notice it. This won’t help when you’re hungry, tired, hot, and trying to learn dots! Contribute to your band’s success by taking care of yourself so you can be 100% there during rehearsal! (Plus, PLUS, you’re all really talented and ilu so be safe!!)
“Don’t worry, I just tan over my burns!” - One burn every two years triples your chance of skin cancer–it’s not worth the risk! You’re still burning! [source]
“I have dark skin! I won’t burn.” - Even lovely, melanin-rich skin can burn! It may take longer, but the consequences are the same. [source]
“I don’t like how sunscreen feels–it’s gross!” - I know! I am sorry, I hate it too. To get around this, try putting on a little less OR using a sunscreen designed not to feel greasy. [Here is a bunch!] Just because we think it’s gross doesn’t mean the sun will be kind to us. ): A little discomfort now is worth protecting your future!
“I like the tan!” - You can tan without burning! Here’s a [cosmopolitan article] that explains how.
How we think we look:
How we probably look to y’all:
Our visual instructor used the words “vulumptuious and chocolatey” to describe how our warm up dance should be during band camp I hate him.
“You ever slap hand sanitizer into an open wound just to feel something?”
*SLAPS*
In honor of trans day of visibility:
During our first contest my friend’s opening set was near the drumline and he heard them chanting this as they counted off and yea there’s definitely a reason we won best percussion TWICE this season because they really are great. In more ways than one.
DURING OUR LAST GAME THIS SEASON I GOT TO WITNESS THEM DO IT. FUNK YEA TRANS RIGHTS.
Another story!
Today was skit night part two and the clarinets decided to do a skit that was an advertisement for band camp and they went “But band camp is fun right? *insert name* why don’t you tell us some jokes?”
*Insert name* immediately goes “Um the drumline’s tempo, thinking you can walk past the guard without getting hit, BD saying one more rep, hydration”
The entire band was howling
Bonus: during the low brass skit this was one of the lines
“Look! Its a rare instance of a mating call between the low brass!”
“I HAVE A HEAVY INSTRUMENT”
*everyone in low brass flocks to that person as the entire band chokes on their water*
Shoutout to the Arab girl in a sea of white band kids who says “here” during bus attendance whenever the chaperones pause.
One of the saxes was giving out info about his potluck for this Friday and you can imagine how 130 high schoolers reacted when he revealed that it’s being catered by BJs
For our tradition of harassing new members awake in the early hours of band camp day one, my section decided to recruit a 2021 graduate that hasn’t been in the clarinet section since their freshman year to help terrorize. They decided that a great addition to our props and decorations would be an encased crawfish named “Screaming Craig.” There are no words to describe the fear I felt looking in my rear view mirror and seeing them driving behind me holding Screaming Craig out the sunroof of their car.
Out of nowhere one of our junior clarinets said that a senior clarinet is a cuck. No explanation, no reasoning. Simply wanted to say so.
After each day of band camp we meet at a place and hang out. First day was Buffalo Wild Wings, to which another senior in my section stated he would not be attending because he is “scared of that establishment.” He did not elaborate and still hasn’t. What did he do.
Nothing says good morning happy first day of band camp like rolling into the school parking lot blasting a 10 hour loop of penis music
Our tradition is to show up at the ass crack of dawn to each new member of our section’s house and surprise them before handing them a costume and making them wear it throughout the first day of band camp. Front ensemble decided that shirts that say “I ❤️ MILFs and DILFs” was the way to go.
Our visual instructor decided that of all words he could use to describe how he wanted us to move, “explode with release,” was somehow a good choice. Kyle we are high schoolers you know exactly what we were thinking.
My sophomore year there were plenty of theories on the relations of our then percussion instructor, student teacher, and visual instructor. The “do you think they’ve explored each other’s bodies?” me gave me a great opportunity and behold, the stars aligned and I was able to find a picture of the three of them together within minutes.
Didn’t mean to let this page go dead. I’ve got plenty to post for my final year in band :,)
In honor of trans day of visibility:
During our first contest my friend’s opening set was near the drumline and he heard them chanting this as they counted off and yea there’s definitely a reason we won best percussion TWICE this season because they really are great. In more ways than one.
I was wondering why I had so many notifications on here. Forgot I posted this last year. I got to hear the drumline actually say it during my season this year. Highlight of my junior season tbh
