Band room Rant
Welcome to the band room kids! Where the other kids are never allowed and where the true emotions of the band come out. The band room is our sacred place. A getaway from the real world basically.
Now I know some of you try to sneak into the band room to see your friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever. But I know band kids were trying to get you out by making weird noises or just like T-posing and screeching EEEEEEE before you finally left. Now that’s the only side you have seen from the band kids and band director. It kinda seems like we hide our true identity when we aren’t in the band room.
Now you probably hear all these great things about the band, and how cool we sound and look when we are on the field. But behind those closed band doors you don’t know what’s actually happening. It could be after a football game, a practice of the show, or after pep band. Kids are on the verge of tears, laughter, anger, just any emotion you can think of, happens right there in the band room.
Off to Band
Ok so, the first thing we would do right as the bell rang for the seventh period to start was just decking it to the band room. We had about 7 maybe 8 minutes to change, grab our instruments and walk to the field that was about a 4-5 minute walk, and put our instruments together and be on the field in time to stretch. This was a CHORE. I wouldn’t dare to be late either.
What happens when someone shows up late to practice the WHOLE band has to run a lap around the softball field or on the track. (depends if we are practicing on the football field.) Now I REALLY hate this because the people who were on time don’t deserve to be punished. It’s not our fault the person that was late has the time management skills of a potato. Make the person who was late run. Not the rest of us. I signed up for band not track, first of all, secondly, all that energy that I was saving for the band was just gone. I had no energy after running.

Running a lap isn’t the worst thing I’ve been through. I’ve been to football games and competitions that would literally freeze me. Long story short, I had to change the pads on my saxophone. Why? Because my band director thought it would be ok to make everyone practice thirty minutes after the time we were supposed to practice. This made me very angry because we had a competition the next day and I couldn’t play one note without squeaking. I hope that doesn’t happen again or I will probably lose it again.
Mahoneys debut is the song where my instrument wouldn’t play.

