Clarinetmushroom - Mushroom Enjoyer (as Food And Decoration)

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

Can we vote for the cat instead I think this is the best choice for the election

President Pickles signing his first bill into law granting him official immunity for official acts such as stealing cheese and licking crumbs from the trash

Throckmorton

Our first football game was an away game and the stand were far too small for us and I realized that the reason was that the school was expecting a marching band that was a similar size to them which looked like 30-40 people.

We have over 70 people.

Yeah spring is great and pretty but I’m coughing and sneezing every third word I say so it’s a bit of a toss up for me.

Wildflower season is here!!

I love spring 🥰

Get jolly with it

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Happy pi day!!!!!

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

Muster :)

If you have ever done marching band you are now legally allowed to say you attended Camp Jupiter