Glorious Things Happen At School. Obviously.

I'm telling you some things that happened this week. The hilarity. Totally. -_-

Well, it's TUESDAY (apparently. I thought it was Monday all day. According to my English teacher, that's wrong. Pity I have English last period). Already some weird shit has gone down.

Monday. We had a Monday night football game. Thus meaning Monday was a nine-period day, making room for a Hell High pep-rally. (No, I have no fucking idea how to spell that correctly. DEAL WITH IT, DAMMIT)

I have to admit, our pepperallys (I'm just going to spell it a different way every time. Feel free to get annoyed. Actually, it's encouraged.) are usually loud, if you sit in the nerd herd section, like myself (Coral Reef Gang? Hell yeah.). But they're also fucking weird.

The one yesterday featured them taking all of the section leaders of the band (Whoo! Good for me, for being a total slacker!) and having them sing and improvised song. The piccolo section leader and clarinet one looked at each other, laughed, and said, "Rain, rain, go away, at least until the instruments are put away."

The other section leaders kind of stood there and then they all ran back into the stands. It worked for the cheerleaders, whom I'm positive are out to get us by now. More on that later.

Then. Oh, but then.

They had everyone in MY grade (everyone. I know, at least, if I hadn't gone, everyone in my section would have beaten me. And no, you still aren't honored with the privilege of learning how old I am.) go out into the middle of the gym with the cheerleaders (and the cheerleaders who are in my grade obviously had no clue what was going on either).

THEN (oh, but then. [Thorny, I love you. In every homosexual way possible. Guess I should explain. Thorny was relaying this story onto a friend at the Monday night football game, and she said "then, oh but then" as many times as possible. There. Okay?)] They had all of us take our shoes off. It's probably my ADD talking, but I'm pretty sure the gym instantly became filled with humidity and a general stink. My class ran the mile yesterday, so I'm pretty sure we have SOME sort of excuse. Anyway.

And what, exactly, did the cheerleaders do with our shoes?
Threw them all into the middle of the gym. Our gym is mainly a basketball court, so the middle is more or less the center circle where you jump at the beginning of the game. Learn the rules of basketball, dammit.

So. There was roughly 140 shoes in that little tiny circle.

THIS includes shoes that are identical, as the cheerleaders were wearing their shoes, a couple soccer girls had on their cleats, and a lot of (girls') basketball players had put on their sneakers at the end of eighth period. This include moi.

Then, oh but then, They split us up into groups. By sport. Even though I could have been with either basketball, soccer, or softball, they put me with basketball, since that was the type of shoe I had been wearing. There were a couple people with relatively the same dilemma. Then you had the awkward kids who weren't in anything who got clumped together.

THEN, ohhhh, but then. They had us do a sort of relay race. One person ran, grabbed two shoes that may or may not have been their's, saw if it was anyone in their lines', and chucked them back if it wasn't. Then the next person would go, so on, and so on.

Also, I need to say, no one ever participates willingly in these peprallies, which is why they force us into it. Because the Coral Reef Gang is threatening. Even the one who I'm nearly positive was on drugs at the one game. Story for another night.

Us basketball players ended up winning though, because they put us all together, and everyone was wearing their basketball shoes. So we just had to grab two basketball shoes, call out the sizes, and give them. The soccer players nearly beat us, but two of them hadn't been wearing their cleats, so they were harder to find. xD

Later on, at the Monday night football game (the fail of all sorts. Each and every one.) we plated -not a rival team- a rival band.

They usually provide a sort of competition. Not this year. Not at all.

All of them, except for ONE trumpet player, had music. We have seventh graders in our band marching without music.
None of them were instep, some of them not even on-time.
Their guard wasn't together, but neither was ours, really. No one cares about our guard but the guard.

Then (oh, but then) we were in the stands, playing seat music. Mainly so none of us had to watch the football game (our team is drastically bad this year. I'm pretty sure the band would be better. All we'd have to do is get a little midget kid the football, then get our percussionists to either carry him or throw 'im. Either way is fine with me.), but also so the cheerleaders don't blow (I'm sure they do at night anyway) their lungs out. So they can dance instead of ruining their vocal chords.

So, in the stand music, there is a song called Land of 1000 Dances. Or Maybe it's Land of A Thousand Dances. What's the difference?

Their band plays it first. But they're awfully slow. And boring.

It took all of three seconds for our senior drum major to get up on her stand and say, "Okay, guys, Land of a Thousand!"

The first time, we only played it normally.

Then they played it again, maybe a little better, with their cheerleaders or majorettes or something in the top row of the stands, dancing. We don't even have room in our stands to do that.

Our band, the whole band, stands up. And whenever you have a rest, you were required to dance. Otherwise you would get beaten. Severely.

THEIR band plays it again, with some type of song infront of it. We had no fucking clue what it was.

Our turn. We got our brass section (particularly our lead trumpet) to play the whole of Charge before we all busted in with Land of a Thousand. And so went our night.

The best part? The cheerleaders had to dance every time we played Land of a Thousand.

I was going to talk more, but I've decided sleep is the better option.

Adieu!

~KK, member of the nerd herd, Land of a Thousand Dances, USA.