Category: Teen Topics
Hey guys,
I am in band. I have bad experiences with the band events.
I'll post one at a time, so you guys can comment.
Ok, the first one.
It was the Home Coming Parade, this year, (well, last year). The marching/concert band, (all one band for all year, explain more later), were going to play in the parade. We were going to lead the parade.
We got changed in to our uniforms. We just had to put them over our clothes.
After that, we got on the bus and went down to the parade site. I had a stomachache, so crouched down by a wall, trying to make it go away. It didn't.
After a while, we had to fall in to place. I couldn't get up. I looked pale and weak, (said friends).
My friend grabbed my arms and pulled me up. We got the director over, and he grabbed my arm really hard, (not on purpose), and took me took a golf cart. I lay down on the back, after barely drinking some water given to me by the assistant principal.
They called an ambulance and I was examined by them. I couldn't stand, so one had to hold me up. Then, I threw up on the side of the golf cart, in front of all 90 students!
The EMTs got me on a stretcher and took me to the ambulance. I waved weakly to the band.
I got to the hospital, but first, the EMT in the back with me, stuck an IV in my arm. It really hurt and left a bad bruise for a week.
I had scared all of my friends in band. Mr. Sanders, the director, (who is always serious), asked me if I was alright.
Not my best day.
Well, I'm not a teen anymore, but I'll relate an experience I had in band, which probably pales in comparison to yours, if you'll pardon the pun.
Well, there was a concert during my first year of band. I played the snare drum, and all the girls who were in my section kept telling me, "oh, you don't need to bring your own drum, they'll be provided."
I should have been suspicious of that, given how much I was bullied during that time, but, being the naïve person I was at the time, I believed them.
So what happens? I get to the concert, and everyone is setting up their drums, and my band director yells at me for being irresponsible. I was banished to as far back as I could possibly be, but I remember sobbing hysterically afterwards, and my parents just berated me and told me it was all my fault.
Oh those are awful experiences! Wow. For the most part, my band experiences were quite positive. Unless you count the one teacher who basically never had the music ordered in Braille, so I sat through practice after practice twiddling my thumbs.