Marching Band

Every time I have to perform in the Marching Band, I'm usually not nervous until about 2 hours before we go onto the field when the teacher and staff go crazy because they are so nervous the cant do anything and everything is going wrong. But then when it's finally time to line up, hearing our school announced, everyone cheering for us, marching onto the track, hearing my family say,"GO BUGGY!!!" That all gives me the chills. I would have to say that is my favorite part. But then when the Drum Major starts counting you off to start playing, i get all these worries swarming in my head saying, i don't know my music, i cant remember where I'm supposed to march first, oh my gosh, i cant do this what am i doing!!! All I do is take a deep breath, look at my mom in the audience, say to myself that i know my music, and i know where I'm supposed to march first. Then when i start to play and march, I relax and have fun.

Whos next to make dad mad

The first time someone made dad mad in the car was in the summer of 2007. We went on a 3 week trip to Yellowstone. One day all 5 of us piled into the pt cruiser. My two older sisters and i were all crazy hyper and loud. My dad and step mom, Cindy, kept telling us to be quiet, but that was the last thing we wanted to be so of course, we were quiet for a couple min, but then something would make us loud again. Finally, not even 15 min away from our camp site, my dad got so frustrated, he slammed on the brakes, turned around in his seat and yelled at the top of his lungs, "SHUT UP!!!!" Then, our lovely sister Brittney, said, "whoa" Amanda and i were trying so hard not to laugh, but then we made eye contact and we just started laughing so hard we couldn't stop. That made our dad even more mad.
The second time that we made our dad mad in the car was when we were going out to dinner. We were all in the truck, Amanda, Brittney, and I were all in the back. Brittney had gotten a metal 7-11 straw a few days ago and she still had it with her. She was teasing Amanda about it, so Amanda grabbed the straw but accidentally let go of it and i flew and hit the window. Since the straw was metal it made a really loud noise that scared the crap out of my dad. He ducked into the steering wheel and screamed "WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?" Amanda, Brittney, and I could hardly answer him without us cracking up.

See son, thats why you dont sit on poles

In band in 8th grade, we went on a 3 day trip to Knotts Berry Farm, Disneyland, and California Adventures. Avery, Karlee, and I were in a group. It was a really hot day so we wanted to get wet so we went on Splash Mountain in Disneyland. We were in the tunnel part of the line. Karlee and Avery were sitting on the railing. There was rock walling behind them, but there was space between the railing and the wall. Karlee leaned back and she said, "Oh Avery you need to lean up against the wall, it's nice and cool." So Avery went to go lean up against the wall but the it was farther away then she thought, so when she began to lean back she missed the wall and fell back and was hanging upside down, hanging on for dear life onto the railing. And was all we heard was Avery say, "Hey you guys, I could use a little help here." She looked like an Opossum with its head tucked in hanging on a railing. Me and Karlee were laughing so hard we could hardly help her up. When we finally got her up, the guy behind us said to his son, "See son, that's why you don't sit on poles."

I'll take a #8 on 'whuw'

One day my dad, two sisters, and I were all going to Overton to work on my grandpa's property and we wanted to go out to eat before, so we decided to go to Port-of-Subs. Everyone knew what they wanted so we ordered right when we got there. When it was my turn to order, i got my usual, a medium #8 on white, but when i was telling the guy making my sandwich what i wanted i couldnt figure out if i wanted white or wheat bread this time, so when i went to say what kind of bread i wanted i stuttered and just said 'whuw'. A combination of wheat and white. The guy behind the counter had a confused look on his face and said, "What kind of bread?" I didn't even know what i was supposed to be saying so I laughed a little and just said white. After we left the store we were all still laughing about it and my dad said that the guy behind the counter gave him a look like, is she autistic?