We went out last night to watch the last 30 minutes of our son's band's marching practice. There's one more competition this year, and the teacher is determined to get another first in their division. Every single one of the 67 teenagers in the band had extreme teenage squirreliness at one time or another last night. I thought Mr. S. was going to have kittens or make them run at least 5 miles around the track to try and get them to concentrate.
It was a very cold (for LA!) 48 degrees, so we spectators were freezing, but the heat waves were still rolling off all of that hormonal surge on the field.
There's not enough money in the world to pay me to be a band teacher. They work awful hours for not-so-wonderful pay *and* they deal with extra helpings of teenage head-up-the-ass confusion.
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I hope you slept well and are more rested today.
ReplyDeleteWe went out last night to watch the last 30 minutes of our son's band's marching practice. There's one more competition this year, and the teacher is determined to get another first in their division. Every single one of the 67 teenagers in the band had extreme teenage squirreliness at one time or another last night. I thought Mr. S. was going to have kittens or make them run at least 5 miles around the track to try and get them to concentrate.
It was a very cold (for LA!) 48 degrees, so we spectators were freezing, but the heat waves were still rolling off all of that hormonal surge on the field.
There's not enough money in the world to pay me to be a band teacher. They work awful hours for not-so-wonderful pay *and* they deal with extra helpings of teenage head-up-the-ass confusion.
WHAT?! NO BLOG ENTRY?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?! WHAT IS THIS SHIT?! YOU AND I ARE DONE, PROFESSIONALLY!
ReplyDelete(Kidding! I just wanted to say that because you were watching T:S! Someone had to do it! Well maybe not had to, but....)
Aw man, he didn't leave us fritos to munch on. Where's Random Michelle with the chocolate?
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