Heheh.
Recently in Social Studies I learned about a concept called "patronage."
It's when people get along with the President, and he lets them do important stuff.
Or something.
Well that's how it's going to work in my bandroom.
The teacher is King in the classroom, which means he can do anything he wants. This is why so many people hate their teachers.
They're dictators.
My dad always says that he's a "benevolent dictator," and that's what a teacher should be.
I'll be benevolent to you if you'll be benevolent to me.
So, if you fetch me a drink, direct for me while I drink it, organize the music vault, iron the uniforms, oversee the band members while they tune, and a whole host of other obsequious duties (did I use that correctly?), maybe, just maybe, you'll get to be a section leader.
And in my band, that would be the greatest thing ever.
Special Benefits
I'll buy you food at games.
I'll buy you food at the State Fair.
You get to attend the top-secret meetings of the section leaders.
(Oops. I wasn't supposed to tell about that.)
I'll give you rides. Unless you think I'm creepy. That one's optional.
You get to wear a cooler hat than the drum major. Unless you are the drum major. Then you get to wear two hats.
You get glow sticks on your uniform.
You get a bust of Beethoven.
And a whole bunch of other awesome stuff, because of whom much is required, much is given. There's a whole lot of awesome in a section leader. Believe me. There are like two in our band, in spite of five or eight sections.
It's just me and you, Tristen. Just me and you.
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