This was the first year that my high school has presented this event. A bunch of bands from the middle schools that feed into my school came to play at one big concert, in addition to my school's jazz bands, wind ensemble, and marching band. In short, there were about five hundred band students crammed into the gym. Even better: for the finale of the evening, all five hundred of us played "Don't Stop Believin'," as well as the high school fight song, at the same time. I pity the drum major conducting at the center.
I saw no reason to even stop at home before Bandemonium, mostly because, when I take the bus home, I don't even walk in the door of my house until after three thirty. It also takes fifteen minutes to drive from my house to my school, and that's when there AREN'T three hundred middle school kids going the same way. So, after tenth period (which ends at three o'clock), I hung out with a few of my equally nerdy band friends and worked on some homework in the cafeteria until about three forty-five, which was when the middle schoolers began arriving for our four o'clock call time.
The delightful thing about the whole affair was, despite the fact that I am but a lowly freshman, when the middle schoolers are there, I get someone to act condescending towards. In general, I think I'm doing well in high school; I've gotten involved with a good amount of clubs, I'm keeping up fairly well with my studies, and I've befriended those outside freshmen of my same gender.
Oh, and another thing: I made a FaceBook. Previously one could hear me going on rants about how it was created for college kids, how no one really needs one, and other things concerning internet censorship and the obsession of our generation with technology. Oh well. Guess I'm just one of the herd now. Dontcha just love America?
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