Yes, long title. I know, not usual for me but I'm pretty pissed. I now hate band and my instructor EVEN MORE!

So, let's start with the beginning of band with my dad dropped me off.

So, I had just taken medicine (yes I'm already sick, don't judge me, if it wasn't for band I would have been sleeping,) and my dad was driving me to the school. We get there and everybody was outside!

Now, it was 5 minutes to 5:00pm (which is when my sectional is) so I was kind of pissed because my section like to do things without me and then I don't know about it. That what I though had happen so I got a little mad because I thought I was late for band.

I wasn't, thank god, my stupid instructor was half an hour late to unlock the band room. One f the sections had at sectional at 4:30pm so they were waiting outside the locked band room for a good half hour.

So, it's 5:00pm and we FINALLY see my instructor pull in wish his car. He walks up to unlock the band room and he had FUCKING MCDONALDS IN HIS HAND! You guys don't know this but, McDonalds is right next to the school driveway. He was there, and he was still half an hour late to opening the door.

Anyways, so we get in the band room and get out stuff and go to our sectionals.

I get to my sectional and it was okay till the 'perfect trumpet player' started to tell me off saying that I should know how to play a not that is above the staff. So, I went off on him because he thinks he's so fucking perfect when he just thinks he is. I'm sorry I can't be exactly like you and play everything and memorize everything the first day of band camp. Honest to god, if he is section leader in my Senior year, there aren't going to be any trumpets because all of us have said that we aren't taking his crap.

Sorry if anybody got offended, I just can't stand him.

After that practice was going fine, minus the fact that we were missing about half the band. It was about 8:00pm and we had just had a water break and were walking to our dots/spots on the field. One of the freshman come up to me and say, "This is not my trumpet." I just shrugged because I have a silver trumpet and everybody else had a gold one (minus me guy best friend who had been sick the last few days.)

So for 20 minutes! She was walking around to all the trumpets trying to fine 'her trumpet' but everybody knew that the ones that they had was theirs. We kept telling her to go to the band instructor but she just looked at us like she didn't understand what we were saying. My question is though: why would we take a trumpet that isn't our and play it with somebody else's mouth piece. That's just absolutely disgusting to even think about, really.

A Junior and a Sophomore (not me) ended up get SUPER pissed and ended up yelling at her.

She didn't eventually go to over the instructor and told him the trumpet that she had 'wasn't hers'.

I now know, and I think the rest of my section knows, that our instructor most likely hates our section more then he did before because, by the end of all the stupid shit, she came to find that the trumpet she had was actually hers. -_-

*falls on the ground*
Nope, I'm done. I want this marching season to be OVER! I'm done and over with it! I can't take it anymore. This is the worst year of band. Last year lit af! I want to go back! Please!

My mom also come and recorded our 'whole show' (that's a whole sighed chapter I could write but I'm not going to). I could tell, just by listening on the field, that was did HORRIBLE! I don't even want to listen to the recording because I know it was super bad.

Now that that's said and done, I think I'm going to be on for a little bit before I go to bed.

Sorry about thew whole ranting chapter. I really needed to do this.