More Spreading Means More Safety.

is this anything

ROLL STEP!!! KEEP YOU TOES HIGH!!!!!

DON’T LET YOUR HEELS TOUCH GOING BACKWARDS!!!!!!!

We get told to pretend there’s a marble between our but cheeks and that we shouldn’t drop the marble

marching band is so sus like what do you mean people are going to be judging my feet

Fun fact:

The story of Aphrodite’s creation is that she was made from Uranus’ genitals and emerged from the sea foam fully grown

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

I’ve realized that the two things I’ve been doing consistently now that school is out have been: reading and being excited for marching band.

I HAVE other things I’m doing this summer aside from band but my brain has decided that I should be excited band camp not going to the beach with family or drama camp noooo BAND

Easter egg for office workers: if you go onto Excel and press ctrl+left, then ctrl+down, you will reach cell XFD1048576. If you put a dot in there, then ctrl+A and fill every cell in black, you can then print 34 million black pages from your office printer and get fired

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

AAAAAAAAAAAA CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!

we made finals at state championships

WE MADE FINALS AT STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS 😭😭😭

I mean she’s similar with her altoids

I've eaten half a thing of altoids today and my body is saying no, but the little Mint Gremlin inside craves the crunchy little mint chunks

They're so yummy