Out Of?

At Dawn They Slept by Bocock (just came from band assessment)

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Unus dies

Happy pi day!!!!!

Hold on what do you mean “Is consensual cannibalism a path to well-being?”

Is it Waze?

We're on a road trip rn and the GPS dude is some weird AI thing? He tells jokes? I'm terrified and my dad WON'T explain

Do you realize these are in the main body not the tags

Don’t die your marching band will need their badass tenor sax

Imagine getting covid and pneumonia at the same time.... Couldn't be me.....

I’m not sure my band director sleeps he has a cat and a kitten he got this winter break

Apparently his cat can play every instrument known to man better than we can play them especially the brass maybe because our director plays trombone or just because Trumpets. No explanation needed

One Time I Dreamt: Band Director Edition

Boy do I have a story to tell. One day, my band director (we'll call him Mr. Finger (an inside joke)), was teaching the fall semester concert band class and he got a little sidetracked.

Mr Finger: Connor, I had a really weird dream about you last night.

Connor, the lead alto saxophone and drum major: What

Mr Finger: So we were at band rehearsal and for some reason, it was at my mom's house. Her backyard was really huge, like football field huge, and I asked the drum majors to draw yard lines. But they were really bad yard lines. So I called Connor and Ashley over and was like, yo, redo this yard lines. Connor, get the tape measurer. But Connor flipped OUT on me and said, "I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE TAPE MEASURER IS!! THIS ISN'T MY HOUSE!! WHY WOULD I KNOW WHERE IT IS??" (Note: Connor is a very nice person to adults so this is strangely out of character). So, I told Connor to come into my office, which was actually my mom's kitchen. I told him to sit on the ground but it was cold, so I gave him a pink fuzzy comforter. Here's where it gets blurry, because I also remember Connor's parents showing up in an Oscar Meyer Weenie Van and having hotdog kids. Weird dream. Anyway-

The Class: stunned because wtf was that

I was told this story at rehearsal that day. Fast forward a little bit into clarinet sectionals. Connor is looking at the award cases and my friend asks,

"hey, are you looking for the measuring tape??"

Connor: *most terrifying death glare ever (he is a skinny white boy)*

My friend: *actually starts crying*

Anyway

I don’t expect anyone to see this and I’m probably not going to post ever again I just want tumblr to stop telling me to post something

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

I GOT 10th SYMPHONIC!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

I MADE 3RD CHAIR CONCERT BAND AT ALL DISTRICT!!!