This Is Hermes

You jinxed it now you’ll get third

Leaving for the first competition!! I think we're gonna get 3rd 🤙

Collect

the year is 2025

scientists are still scrambling to figure out what “zigazig ahh” is so that they can give the spice girls what they really really want

the spice girls are getting impatient

war is upon us

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

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

Coming home from assessment and we got STRAIGHT ONES BABYYYYYY!!!!!!!!

I just finish a book called The Ogress and the Orphans by Kelly Barnhill and it was very very good much enjoy

10/10 would recommend

Definitely sad it’s over though

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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